Boy was I wrong yesterday when I said the last place you want to be on New Years is getting your ass kicked all over the Staten Island Ferry. Turns out the last place you want to be is on the concrete in front of the gas station getting womped on by a billy club while taking a gallon of pepper spray to the face. Seems like kind of an overreaction for telling the cop to shut up but then again nobody is ever really in a good mood at 2:30 AM on New Years Eve so shit happens.
PS- Would somebody for the love of God shut that fucking car door??