City Philosopher T-Shirts

"I can hear Brooklyn becoming played out."

'The World will speak hip-hop tomorrow.'

No Immediate Danger

"The end of my favorite series is near."

Can't even hold signs well.

'I love this street...it's so real man...'

"Well, he looks alive as of 10 minutes ago, but the stream is frozen."

'Nothing like being your own boss, huh?'

"Time like these make me wish we had sprung for that apartment with a park view."

Populating URBAN DICTIONARY.

"So that's where you were last night."

"It's a beautiful day. I should go for a walk. . . Oh, now my neighbors are all out there."

"Chop wood, carry water, walk dog."

'See, Jimmy, as the population grows too dense, the rats begin to brutalize each other...'

From Here You Can See Bugger All

"On a clear night when the stars are twinkling over the city, I almost don’t mind that civilization collapsed."

"Hmm...any dietary restrictions?"

One youth says: 'Lamppost, bollard, tarmac, kerb.' Other says: Zebra crossing,traffic hump, postbox.' Caption: Street language

"When satire becomes indistinguishable from reality, there's a problem."

Your logic is flaccid and your data suppositional, dawg!

Amongst the rush.

'I warned you we'd get thrown out, changing the name from the Garden of Eden.'

"The first step towards solving New York's City's problems is to STATE them, which I will now proceed to do."

Yeah, I'm standing here alone yelling a bunch of nonsense. If I had a cell phone, you wouldn't bother me!

"I think I've arrived at the airport too soon"

'I was hoping you could help me with an implant.'

"I don't miss my accountancy life. I find I get out more nowadays."

"One day, son, all these skyscrapers that we built for no reason and lie empty will be yours."

"To cross street, push button, wait for walk signal, wait, wait some more."

"Of course, you try to raise your kids so they won't need lawyers."

'He lives in a house, and it's by the side of the road, but he's still not a friend to man.'

House Arrest in the Age of Coronavirus

Miracles on 34th Street.

Stop! Smell the flowers. Resume tearing through your life like a maniac.

E=mc2 - Einstein's graffiti.