Days of smegma

There are days when New York looks as bedraggled as a broken umbrella. And these past few days have been like that. After weeks of deep freeze, the snow got drizzled into an oily black soup that turned every street corner into a cesspool with a clogged drain. Even the rich looked like homeless with their sodden spattered coats and their frizzled hair. I feel as if I were covered with smegma. And not in a good way