Summer Scrooge: PART II

LAST TIME ON VERBAL VOMIT: 

AFTER MURDERING AN A CAPELLA GROUP AND BEING FORCED TO SMELL THE WORLD'S SMELLIEST THINGS, HANNAH ESCAPES THE GHOST OF SUMMER SMELLS ONLY TO COME FACE TO FACE WITH HER NEMESIS, THE SUN! WILL THE NEW YORK CITY SUMMER DESTROY HER OR WILL SHE FIND A WAY TO END THE EXISTENCE OF THE SUN ONCE AND FOR ALL?

 

 

END.

NEXT TIME ON VERBAL VOMIT:

THE ORIGIN STORY OF HANNAH'S LONG, LONG, TOO LONG LONG LIST OF OBSESSIONS. AND, WILL 9-YEAR-OLD HANNAH EVER FIGURE OUT THE GENDER OF HER NEXT DOOR NEIGHBOR?

Summer Scrooge

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.

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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