Evidence of my "thing" for trash. New Year's 2008. I received this photo (among several disgusting others) from a mysterious email 3 weeks after my trip to NYC. Apparently someone among the group was sober enough to remember how to spell my last name.
Sidenote: I have inadvertently revisited this trash can on every subsequent visit. It's located outside the Flatiron building.
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