The signs change fairly often. New messages provide timeless advice: stay out of hell. Most are directed at the people stumbling out of The Wilky, a beer bar next door.
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Blogski
Whatever Williamsburg ever was, it's a white man, middle-aged, on Bedford Avenue, sitting on the curb, slobbering on an unlit cigar, in front of an Equinox, drunk, and leering, now.
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Alex said I should take a bath because I need a bath because I deserve a bath. Baths are relaxing.
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I forgot this was the high holy day of the spiritual quest to become blackout drunk to honor a long-dead Irish snake charmer and that the pilgrims convened in this area.