Ordinarily, I would just be on my merry way, and I'd stop bashing New York City, but it is now 3:15 a.m. and the motherfuckers outside my window sound like they're just getting started for the night.  And it's not just tonight.  Almost every night, right around when the bars close (4 a.m. here), I hear the extraordinarily inconsiderate sounds of a citizenry that could give two shits about their neighbors, let alone their fellow man. 

Sadly, it's not just the people who are ridiculously loud.  Apparently, trucks feel the need to announce their presence by speeding up and hitting every pothole imaginable, right outside my window.  That is, when they've stopped honking their horns, which is practically never.

New York is a never ending trial of my patience, and I'm just about out.