Pissing on Larchmont

Men are from Mars. I've always been one to defend the weaker sex, but the fact that they think they can piss anywhere...? I may need to reconsider. Got my tall nonfat latte before work on Wed. morning and as I waited at the red light on the corner of Larchmont and Third, a man pissed onto a telephone pole. It was 9:20 a.m.

Urine Noir

"L'urinoir" is of course a 1917 masterpiece by Marcel Duchamp. The urine noir I'm talking about is on a humid Tuesday afternoon wiping the piss of the walls from the upstairs bathroom, left behind graciously by the previous homeowners. It's about a dame with good lips and a fat ass on her knees, turning yellow into white. Solve that mystery, Mr. Marlowe!