I currently reside in the serene and gentle rolling hills of Bay Shore, NY. In front of our house, a proud tree dispenses a sap so sticky, that numerous car washes can not rid this mysterious liquid from the paint. Through the second story window I stare at a cat that made it atop the tree - it was staring back at me as I dined on Doritos, shirtless after the gym. A photo of Arnold Schwarzenegger from 1985 looked on with disapproval.
A Sprint store and Mavis Discount Tires proudly stand guard opposite of each other on the end of the block. There is a fire hydrant near, just in case. Numerous vans and autos crowd in front of the Sprint store, blocking a view of the oncoming traffic, making it a gamble with the fates to turn your car onto the Sunrise Highway Service Road.
I believe that store must offer free bagels or donuts, a prize most coveted on the shores of the bay.
Down the road, a hearty family restaurant called "Burger King" billows out the aroma of flame broiled delicacies from as far as Riverhead, NY. You can dine on any of their delicious tapas, reservation free.
36 short miles away a mighty bazaar awaits. Exotic animals called Cees roam the streets, but be careful, sometimes they bite. People selling goods yell out their prices, while the beating of drums and fiddles play in the background.
You can enter dark hovels for an entrance fee, where people gather and tasty elixirs are served on ice. If you ascend upon these people and watch them, mini carpets of thick hair can be seen huddling around females. Sometimes these herds move around, as they follow the female.
Suddenly everyone stops - a vile stench is noticed immediately. Cees. A pack has wandered in, sneering and hungry for blood and free elixirs. Every hunter believes they can outsmart a Cee, but it usually ends in the same tragedy. The Cee likes to attack the chest and rip out the heart.
Penn station has 99 cent Hot Dogs.
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