City Paper is not for tourists
The Man has been hard at work. During the winter, The Man blasted me with heat like a rotisserie chicken. Now He is trying to freeze me out. Well, The Man, I have news for You. You see that FedEx box on my ceiling, the one covering the duct? Oh yeah, it’s a box You gave me for free. You have given me the tools with which I shall defeat You. I didn’t bring in my own tape, either. Deal with it.