Fearing his existentialist tendencies were finally getting the better of him, Hal decided to grab a beer. That would inevitably lead to more ridiculous thinking, but he loved a good Miller High Life.

Soho, NYC. 

That's what she said.

Union Square, NYC. 

 

And then the universe provided actual evidence that she was, in fact, a ton of bricks.

Chelsea, NYC. 

They say a rolling stone gathers no moss. Obviously, the same cannot be said for a rolling log in New York City.

Chelsea, NYC.