Karma’s a bitch.
Last night outside my apartment in New York City, the street was flooded with lights, sirens and a cherry-picker? Yes. A cherry-picker, along with a host of emergency personnel, surrounded a gaping hole familiar (and clearly marked, for the record) to this stretch of sidewalk. Firefighters kept gawkers at bay and I asked other bystanders, “What the hell happened?” It was explained that somebody had fallen into the aforementioned sidewalk orifice. Come to find out, the man who took the tumble was fleeing after having groped a woman on the street. Keep reading »











