Fuzzy people 17 (Sunday on Long Island edition)

There's really not fuck-all to do on L.I., according to most natives, besides shop and sit in traffic. Being congenitally incapable of the first, and having in my fifth decade lost all my patience for the second, I stopped here, ate a few apples, and took a few shots. Simultaneously bored with being here and envious that they can do stuff like this here--where I'm from, we're still, in terms of audience-development, a couple of years away.



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