WHAT NYC REALLY DOES DURING A HURRICANE…..

We get drunk!

I joined a couple biker buddies at a local bar, which was packed, and drank cheap beer and whiskey and talked about tragedies of NYC past. The beers kept flowing and the shots kept pouring. Next thing I knew the entire bar was out front smoking a joint in the rain.

With nowhere to go and no way to get there, boredom was the biggest problem for Brooklyn.

Chances are I won’t even remember Sandy’s name this time next year. Like a one night stand that was a loud, messy, expensive pain in the ass…. Farewell.