observe, the rain which washes the new york streets of crime and the scum who thrive on it. lightning and thunder sent by a just god, smiling on the righteous, who laugh from our high apartments and hotel rooms. o but what a sight! what a time to be alive! i saw 3 hobo corpses, but i couldn't take a picture through the white men in suits who were gathered around them and hollering and celebrating and holding their 100$ bills to the sky. 30 years since travis bickle fortold of such a great flood, here i am, watching, smiling and drinking this cool, refreshing martini. i can hear him laughing in heaven, and i laugh with him. the new york streets are louder than ever before, howls of sinners shred through by the thunder of the mortality they so squandered. such luck i was here to see this! everyone back home will go apeshit!