The talk of the town right now is Hurricane Irene. She’s supposed to hit this Sunday and I was talking to my Dad today and he asked if I had a flashlight. And I don’t. I’m really beat tonight, yes, another shitty night at work. But at least it wasn’t as stressful as the beginning of the week, but I’m really feeling burned out, so I thought I’d just take photos of my walk home tonight and one stop will be at an all night drug store to get a flashlight. It’s supposed to be raining outside, so let’s go out and see a rainy New York night.
Shit, it's dry as the Betty Ford Clinic out here. I was kind of hoping for a rainy night to get some rainy-night pictures. Oh well, off we go.
The Empire State Building is all a-glow tonight.
Iced and proud, say it loud!
Here's the 24 hour Duane Reade, let's see if they have flashlights for the upcoming Hurricane Irene.
Okay, here we are. Hey look...candy!
Dots. As a kid this was the candy I always bought at the movies.
Eccchh! Always hated the Raisinets. Gross. Raisins aren't candy. It's like covering brocolli with chocolate and passing it off as candy. It's just wrong and it should be stopped.
I never liked Goobers either. If you spell the name sideways you get Boogers. Chocolate covered boogers. Goober says hey.
I just asked a clerk about flashlights and was told they don't sell them here. Am I weird in thinking that drug stores should stock flashlights? Oh well, there's one more 24 hour drug store on the block, let's go check them out.
2 Bros. Pizza. I've ragged on about this place, but I do confess to having eaten at one of these places, but always on a walk home after a night of several beers at a bar or two. Let's check it out sober.
There's always a line and late at night the drunk to sober ratio is about 4 to 1.
The slice is happily served up by this affable fellow.
Here it is in all its greasy glory.
It literally defines, "You get what you pay for." The worst pizza in the world. It tastes like tomato phlegm on soggy cardboard. But it's only a dollar a slice!
The view from my sidewalk table at Two Bros. Pizza.
Okay, here we are at CVS. Let's see if they have a flashlight. I want to get home, my stomach feels a little queasy from that slice.
Plenty of light bulbs, but no flash lights. Oh well, I guess I'll go to a hardware store tomorrow before work. Hey, what's that over there...