About 6:30 this wet Sunday morning I found myself walking up SW Washington and when I reached the area where that big ass block of filth has been ripped out. I remember reading about this just don't come up here much anymore. My wife and I slept in the doorway of Frances May so I was around those carts all night. Suffice it to say the rat infestation was like none I'd ever seen. There was a serious problem. Thousands upon thousands of these HUGE fuckers ruled this block. Ever present, I liked to imagine all you fucking assholes who wouldn't just spare a fucking dollar eating your rat shit shawarma. Some vendors had to have had to stay in their stupid carts to fight these cats off—everybody knows rats can break into anywhere and anything. That block was an abomination and I'm glad those carts are gone. But they went somewhere. I guess you stuck up motherfuckers will be eating rat shit somewhere else. They were cool with us though—never once crossed 10th Avenue so we wuz cool.