New York Traffic Ticket
I see blimps flying above the skyline of New York. Traffic tickets glow in people's hands and I see the abject sorrow in their faces. They tear up their New York traffic tickets in the heat of whatever moment they're in. There are more moments in New York than in most places. New York is very subjective! See the psychotherapy statistics. Everyone's got a shrink -- or so Woody Allen would have me believe. I look down at my New York traffic ticket and I curse this earth and the beast it's made me.