Viewed from a train with the right twee pop playing, most of New York City looks awfully like some stupid town in the north of England. It's a mess out there, New York City proper, coils of barbed wire over fences and things that have been left behind. In the dream I had the other night, I told Mayor Bloomberg that I was running in '09 and he laughed and said, you're welcome to it. We were at a cafeteria, getting Jell-O™—and so then I had to go meet with voters, and they were scabby, drooling idiots, barely clothed, and they smelled just horrible. But at least they were sitting in a restaurant, figuring out the forks.
