This is not what I expected it to look like. Did you think it would look like this? If we are in the midst of the worst financial crisis since the Great Depression, where are the trashcan fires on street corners? The bricks hurled through plate-glass windows of failed banks? Where is the girl selling pencils and mealy apples between passenger-less taxicabs?
It’s not that I want to see our neighbors evicted (except maybe the Asian chick who orgasms like a whining puppy), but I wouldn’t mind some small, tangible, fatalistic indicator that the end of the coke-high economic boom is here. [ . . . ] Continue »
