One of the best things about living in my neighborhood is the ability to go to the grocery store after midnight when I can't fall asleep because I am too anxious about the need to go to the grocery store in the morning when there might be holiday crowds. I just rolled out of bed, put some jeans and shoes on, and strolled over to the store. My experience with grocery stores late at night is that it is prime shopping time for oddballs and degenerate. I was not disappointed. It was still pretty crowded and I didn't find everything that I needed. Another one of the best things about living in my neighborhood is the ability to walk two blocks up Broadway to the market when the grocery store doesn't have everything I need in the middle of the night. I completed my shopping and returned home, only to discover that I forgot something. So I headed over the the corner bodega and picked it up.

One of the worst things about living in my neighborhood is the ability to mosey over to stores that sell food at any time of day or night. This means that people who are out walking dogs who suddenly remember that they need groceries will ignore the signs in the store doors that say it is against Department of Health rules to bring animals into the store when they dash in for whatever. I have nothing against dogs, but they do not belong in stores in general and absolutely not in stores that sell food. Two days ago I was at the market and I observed a dog licking the plastic container of a party platter. Again, not the dog's fault. It smelled something good and tried to get at it. But that is fucking repulsive and now I wonder what else has been slobbered on by dogs. I hate people.

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