Cockroaches And Socialites Are The Only Things

A City Is A Crazy Concrete Jungle Whose People At The End Of Each Day Somehow Make A Small Step Ahead Against Terrible Odds.

God! I Loove This City!

You Cover Q-tips With Sandpaper And Ram Them Up Your Nostrils As Far As They Will Go. Then You Sniff Talcum Powder While Shredding Hundred Dollar Bills.

A City Is A State - Of Mind, Of Taste, Of Opportunity. A City Is A Marketplace - Where Ideas Are Traded, Opinions Clash And Eternal Conflict May Produce Eternal Truths.

Martinis Are Like Breasts, One Isn't Enough, And Three Is Too Many.