Life During Wartime

Things are going to hell in a handbasket in LIC these days. First of all, they're doing some sort of construction on 11th Street that necessitated the construction of not one, but three sturdy, tarpapered huts. Now half of the street is closed to traffic. Permanent-looking structures in the middle of a thoroughfare: NOT REASSURING.

Moving along, TEN63, purveyors of the best coffee in the five boroughs, have been strongarmed out of their lease by shady, shifty, and other sh- words new landlords who will hopefully have their cocks cut off by hobos.

Next, we have the alarming news that just down the street, McReilly's Pub, which has one of the top ten burgers in the city and a lavish assortment of all those weird brown condiments folks from the British Isles are fond of, faces almost certain demise, because their new landlords (also destined to have their cocks cut off by hobos) have doubled their rent.

But you know what TRULY makes me curse the injustice of the world? It's those FUCKING SUBPAR FLOWERS in the lobby; they insult the good people of Citylights.