One hot day in 2007 or 2008. 105 degrees in the shade. Had a limited amount of time in the area, and only get to the area every blue moon. Walked the route anyway. Gave thanks for Wall Street. And as always, hated to leave.
"Got tight last night on absinthe and did knife tricks. Great success shooting the knife into the piano. The woodworms are so bad and eat hell out of all furniture that you can always claim the woodworms did it."