NYC is literally a Toilet. I saw a lady drop her pants and pop a squat right on the sidewalk...close to Manhattan so it wasn't a complete dump-just dumped on.
True story. 1st trip for me ever to NYC was back in 1973. Just a young 3rd grader and the whole family (mom/dad/4 kids/Oma and 2 uncles) piled into the 1973 Pontiac Grand Safai "Beast" of a station wagon to take Oma and my uncles to JFK Intl for their move back to Germany. Oma of course is from there as was my mom born there (1946 WW2 war baby lol)
We had the day to hang out, so we did the Staute of Liberty and then the Empire State Building.
1st memory:
On the subway and this dude comes "rolling" by without legs on a skateboard looking thing and a tin can in his hand up the middle of the subway car panhandling. Think Eddie Murphy in Trading Places..
I'm maybe 8 or so and thinking WTF...He got no legs or bottom ( Lt. Dan?)
I'd seen the 2-claw hands/arms and fake legs from the WW2/Korea/Vietnam guys but never a dude like that. WOW when you are 8.
2nd memory:
After the Empire State Bldg. thing we are all walking down one the main Aves to get back to the lot where the Beast was parked to take Oma and my uncles to JFK for thier flight to Germany.
Walking towards us is the massive heifer of a woman who about 20 feet in front of us stops, hikes her dress/skirt up over her hips revealing these 2 massive mammoth sized nasty veined unstockinged legs and begins to
unfurl her Fukien granny panties down over them thighs and to the street.
My mid 20's age mom is trying to cover us kids' eyes, 8-year-old me wants to see WTF it is all about, my late 20s dad is laughing his ass off as this event further validates his thesis on certain demographics, my late teenage uncles are giggling, and WW2 era German Oma born in 1924 and raised during the whole nazi indoctrination period of the 30's who came to the US with my mom in 1956 is mumbling something about how in some ways Hitler had some good ideas...
WOW for a wide eyed 8-year-old kid from at the time still lived on a dirt road in the very wooded part of Burrillville RI... (Mapleville exactly) LOL
This is not a joke or made-up thing so If you don't get it, I guess you just had to be there...
Meanwhile the memory also includes the last comment I still remember over 50+ years later from my dad...
"Jesus Christ...That ass could use Janitor in a Drum to get it clean...
Why? Her fat ass was so friggen rumpled and dimpled and varicose vein spottled I still remember the whole scene all these years later...
What did I have for dinner a week ago. Don't know.
What do I recall when I remember Janitor in a drum?
My Pops....
He passed away at only 48 over 32 years ago...Diabetes.
Anyway.There you have it...
NYC at 8 years old in the early 1970s....???
And Janitor in a Drum....Tough enough to clean some skank ass mammoth level fat ass'd hood rat's nasty ass in 1973...