Manhattan Filth in Late August

Manhattan is filthy, as usual. But especially so these days, in my little corner of Chelsea. They are bombing the former old lady hair salon beneath my appartment, at street level, so all of the little roaches are experiencing an exodus and streaming into my apartment (yikes, this sounds like bad anti-immigration propaganda).

Disgusting! they are dating, mating, making babies, "breeding" as it were. I'm having nightmares about them. Caught a couple behind my Dr. Haushka bath oil in my cupboards laying eggs on my bandaids! I nailed them with organic hair spray, but those fuckers are so resilient. I will call the toxic exterminators again -- but this is completley linked to the construction downstairs, that is making room for some steroid driven men's health store. Or like my old-time neighbor said, "they're probably making it into some AIDS doctor's office" I think he was here before the Gay Mecca of Chelsea came to be. I've polled the other neighbors, they are being invaded too. It is too much.

And then to stomp out of the apartment after committing an act of murder, I walk to work dodging reeking piles of trash and squinting in the unbearable grey moist light. I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE. Clearly I need to get the fuck out -- or please, heavens, please open up and give this shithole a bath.

Let It Rain.