One of the awesome things about my new apartment is that it is within walking distance from the Creek and Cave, where I spend a lot of my time eating fries, drinking beer and telling poop jokes on and off stage.
Plus, there's some weird stuff on the walk home from the Creek, such as this piece of artwork on the Pulaski Bridge.
Without the vandalism, this would look like parents abandoning their child, which is almost as disturbing than the picture post-genital scrawlings. Now, to me, it looks like a horny couple that are about to have unprotected sex, while the specter of their as-yet-unconceived child follows shortly behind. THAT'S WHY I SAID "ALMOST AS" CREEPY!
I also like that you get to the middle of Pulaski Bridge and are suddenly hit in the face with a big Manhattan. Not like, punched. Lovingly slapped, like, "Hey, did you forget you live here?! That was stupid of you!"