A lower east side bicycle gang of about 125 inner-city thug gangsters just ran past me on my rented 'Citi Bike' today and hollered, 'Oh shit!, check it out homies- it's John muthafuckin' Lennon! Yo Lennon, I thought you'z waz dead like a century ago...word, hippie man.' I'll take that Lennon remark as a compliment. At least I didn't get shot in the back of my head with a half-ass autograph hangin out the side of my mouth because my ball point pen ran outta ink and I coulda tripped over then and lost my funky yellow cop shades. ' ' ' 'IMAGINE' that. bye.
Like I said , one hot ass dog day in New Yawk.
Never a dull moment.
