2001-06-12 :: 9:26 a.m.
Crossing Fifth Avenue, a woman stepped on my heel. And I wondered how that was possible since the street was practically empty. Why would she be so close to me? Was she a pickpocket? Did I get pickpocketed?
The answer can only be that she wanted a piece of Sundaygirl ass. Awwww, yeah. Come get some.