The Saturday afterwards I had a meeting to go to in College Point. From the NJ Turnpike, through the Exit 13 toll booths, over the Goethals Bridge, across the Staten Island Expressway (1 lane closed for government vehicles and dump trucks), over the Verrazano Bridge, and up the BQE was basically one long funeral procession. Everyone just stuck in traffic, staring at the smoke and lights. Morbid.

I was on a motorcycle, weaving in and out, using exit lanes and merge lanes and it still took me over 3 hours to get there.
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Thinking of cracked-out and/or tweaking whores getting their throats and asses brutalized for the next hit makes me hard. --Rear Admiral