Saturday, May 22, 2010
"Keep that viscous poodle back!" Gary yelled to the old Manhattan lady. She held surprisingly tight to the leash as the small beast chomped and spit and cursed at him. The old lady didn't say a word. Gary was cornered in the confined entrance-way of his eight story apartment building on the upper west side of the city. He had no other choice than to kick the ever-living-shit out of the little pest, and run, full sprint, three blocks to safety.