Friday, March 16, 2012


I walked up to a place in the city yesterday that makes keys. The owner was outside smoking. Told me he would be right in. I had to climb over him to get into the store. When I opened the door, there was a black cat with yellow eyes sitting there. The guy goes, "Oh, that's just Panther. He's friendly." Then I stared at Panther for awhile while he tried to cough up a hairball.

Only in New York.


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