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LIFE IN THE BUG CITY: A REPORT FROM OUR CORRESPONDENT IN POST-GOP-MANHATTAN...VERMIN-HATTAN, THAT IS:

"Was hanging with a chick at this subterranean club, when all of a sudden she jumps up and starts flailing at the table. I see that there's about a 2" long roach right fucking front and center. Having to act quickly, I grabbed the drink doily, which, being rather thin, prompted me to flick at rather than smash the fella. So fine, he's flung off the table, but clearly, still among the living. The hostess (german accent!) is, to my taste, only mildly apologetic and even mentions something stupid like it's just a water bug (oh, like those are so much more charming than roaches). Whatever, free round of drinks. A little while later, the girl in the adjoining banquette screeches, "ROACH", and I see it's on the ledge about eye level with yours truly. This time, I reach for a nearby pile of napkins and grab about an inch thick's worth. I was tempted to really wallop him at this point, but sensibly, realized I didn't want a spurt of roach juice coming at me, so I sort of lightly slammed him. Well I guess he was only dazed, cause a second later he came crawling out from under the pile. But before I could get a second shot at him, Ilsa the She-Wolf is all over that muthafucka. End of story, for him that is. This time she had the good sense to offer comping the entire tab, which was then gleefully fleshed out with several rounds of shots. Life lessons learned? Nah. But a nice buzz courtesy of a nasty bug ain't such a bad deal."

posted by Red at 2:34 PM