The good old days

I took the above picture back when crazy people had a place to take naps.

Damn. Today I took a brisk 120 block walk to the crib. It wasn't too sweet. The only thing that kept me going was the thought of copping a few of those dope McDonald's breakfast sandwiches and a Daily News. But once I got to the 70th street Micky-doodles [the other Micky-D's on 42 wasn't open til' 10am] I was unable to truly enjoy this delicious breakfast treat, and the reason being: this selfish transit worker strike. How is this possible? No man can enjoy his mcMuffin when surrounded by smelly, drunk, snoring, piss stained homeless people, and with this illegal strike the transit workers have denied the wonderful homeless and dangerously insane of this city a proper place to sleep, harass and shit. So now these motherfuckers are chilling at my Micky-Ds, stopping me from enjoying my hash brown. This Shit is just wrong. Anyway. I will say the biscuit - bacon - egg and cheese is the only true reason to get out of the house before 10 am.