I was on one of my rare trips downtown today so I could chill out with my favorite doctor (read: have a bunch of blood jacked from my arm for some sketchy tests).  I figured while being a little down on blood and hungry for some capitalism, I should take a solitary stroll around Union Square.  It was going so beautifully: a crackhead asking for change here, a Marina girl who couldn’t, like, possibly understand why Joe dumped her last night there.  Then all the sudden I spotted a loaf of Wonder Bread straight off the Kennedy Compound whimsically riding fixies because, shit, it’s summer-line time.

Buzz kill.