NYU chil'en's have roamed the streets and bars of the village area for many moons, and for me (and many of my scumbag, dilettante friends) they will always be minor nuisance. On the other hand, NYUsters can also be a source of great entertainment, as they commonly get uncontrollably drunk and act like lost children. While this usually occurs when I myself am in the throws of a serious binge with my soldiers of fortune, we tend to maintain, usually preferring to egg-them-on and sardonically praise their behaivior, to fully taking of our own FACES in public (save that for the after-hours champ).
This one looks like a chubby Pete Wentz.
Your dude was literally knocked out in the back of Lit - one of my favorite places to call it quits when i am running in the streets on weeknights, (i don't really fuck with them on the weekends, it's jammed with tourists, transients and trannies) for a night anyway. Say what you will about the assholes who pass through it, but Lit is a downtown institution of debauchery and excess. An establishment owned by a 'friend of the family' and anyone in the local 212, frequented by scummy hipsters and the girls who love them, Young Turks and Cocoas, Graf kings and the jocks who follow, drunks, drugsters, the delinquent, and the decadent, Lit lives up to it's name. This kid is proof. When the face comes off, the demons come out...
I wonder if dude knows that those "fur" hats they sell on the block are fashioned from rat pelts?
Note: in no way is this infant in any way related to Pete Wentz, if he was, he'd prob be comatose at Anglos and Dragons or whatever Wentz's LES watering-hole is called.
Did you by chance get his number? I'm in a race with Ashley Simpson to see who can produce the most deformed child with the dumbest name.
ReplyDeleteShe's got Bronx Mowgli.
I need a Queens Balloo.