I work by the water, which I usually forget about until the wind coming off it is cold enough to kill a man. However, it is not uncommon to see seagulls lazily floating by on the breeze. I was walking to get lunch one day and I saw a seagull diving toward the street. I slowed to observe his keen plan and saw him make a clean landing right at the curb.
He was obscured from my view for the briefest of moments and then he emerged victorious—complete with a full size slice of pizza, and like any true New Yorker, the slice was folded in half. His prey captured, he flew off into the murky mist of lower Manhattan. Chuckling softly and inspired, I made my way to get some pizza of my own. I love this city! (and pizza)
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I would have taken a slingshot, put a fatty rock in it, and shot that slice clean out of that grubber's beak. then it would fall to the ground, shaking its broken wing and scraping against the asphalt while I'd curl up the stolen pizza and let the pepperoni's grease drip all over the dying glutton. that's what a true new yorker would do.
Your slingshot that you carry in your back pocket at all times? When you're not bothering your neighbor, Mr. Wilson?
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