This story starts, of course, with my acute hatred for something.
Summer.
Not gonna lie. It's one of my least favorite thing ever. I hate it almost as much as I hate overly enthusiastic college a Capella groups. And that is a lot of hate.
Aaaaanyway, back to what I was saying. Summer sucks. Especially in the western USA when you live in the middle of a desert and feel like you are being roasted alive when you walk outside.
But after moving to NYC for the summer I've experienced a different sort of misery when it comes to summer.
Aaaaanyway, back to what I was saying. Summer sucks. Especially in the western USA when you live in the middle of a desert and feel like you are being roasted alive when you walk outside.
But after moving to NYC for the summer I've experienced a different sort of misery when it comes to summer.
It all started when I walked over a metal grate on the sidewalk, and I was greeted with a burst of hot stench.
(zooming in might not work, I'm working on getting these the right size)
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Uh...
