high points being the amazing mexican food we had in the east village, cheetos and coney island beer.
low points being how fucking rude some people are and being asked for ID when trying to buy two bottles of becks.
anyway, the point of this post is, I'm shocked by the traffic, it's nasty, maybe fun, but deffo nasty.
anyone who rides here is hard, and the couriers are something else, they look like the bastard child of madmax (first film), James Caan in rollerball and Fields of the Nephelim... if two men and a band could mate...
i'd post a pic, but quite frankly, i was too scared to take one.
