Hot Dogs and the Police

The hot dog guy wanted $2 like the naked cowboy. I told him I would buy lunch from him tomorrow...right! I might ever eat that stuff. If Bess Myerson won't eat a dirty water dog, neither will I.




It's good to see NY's Finest at their post on 42nd Street


The horse was so so curious about Gerald. As soon as I took him out of his carrying case, the horse walked over, started smelling him...I put Gerald on the ground and the horse moved his head down on top of Gerald. Uh oh. The policewoman said that the horse either wanted to eat Gerald, stomp him, or do other damage. Time to get away.