The other night while walking to the subway after having dinner with a friend, I heard loud motorcycles and spun around just in time to grab a blurry snap of a guy doing a wheelie through Times Square, going about 50mph. A second later, a police car pulled out from a side street trying to block the other 10 or so bikers who were behind the guy. They all gunned their engines and swerved around the cop. He didn't bother to pursue them.
What says Valentine's Day better than this?
"Okay Diego, take these flimsy wooden sticks, this wire and these old red Christmas lights and make a big heart shape out of them. Now go hang the whole thing out front. Got it?"
Aaaahhh, the joys of living in the Dominican ghetto.