Including some stuff you don't really see every day. The closest thing to this man that we have in Atlanta is "Sock Guy," the skanky looking guy who sells alternative papers on Ponce de Leon wearing a black tank top and incredibly tight jeans that outline his very large package, which looks like he has a pair of rolled up tube socks stuffed down there.

The Empire State Building was great, and the Skyride kicked ass (even with the cheesy Yakov Smirnoff and Scotty intros).

And I went to Meow Mix, by myself, thank you very much. I would like to personally thank the dozens of hot New York babes who rubbed their breasts up against me as they tried to squeeze their way to the bar. That bar is about the size of a postage stamp. The band, Antigone Rising kicked ass.

I'd also like to thank mother nature for the incredibly fabulous three days of mid-70s weather in July. The subway platform was pretty damn steamy as it was. I can't imagine what it's like when the heat's really turned up.

I took a bunch of really good digital photos and two rolls of black and white film. It'll be fun to see how those turned out.

More tales of NYC later.