The NY horn and its use. 03:39 to 04:38
The White Boy. Horns back to signal he heard it.
The Italian from Hell's Kitchen. Horns back in a Stakkato several times to start shouting out of the window: WHAT DO YOU WANT ME TO DO? HAAAA? WHAT? CAN I MOVE? WHAT IS IT WITH YOU?
The Irish from Brooklyn: Horns back, leans back and minds having no Joint to pull the Baseball Cap deeper into the face dreaming of the country side.
The Brooklyn Jew. Not horning. Waiting. Talking to Little David next to him about hektic New York life and indirectly about the beauty of Shabbat.
The Black American from Harlem. Constant horn as it was an air attack warning sirene: YO. MOTHERFUCKER MOVE THAT PILE OF SHIT OUT MY WAY: I AIN GOT NO WHOLE DAY, MAAAN!
The Tourists from SomewhereElse. Sweating and depending on faith also praying in silence.
The Klan Man loaded with Meth from a former Confed State for Up State: I never come back here. Never. I kill them all these race cheaters, I fuck you up you ...going through all bad words....
The NYPD Officers. Oh please. Yeah. Dam. There is no way. What is that truck doing there? Should we check? Man. This is no cargo parking. What the hell? ...until the truck moves...
Is that about right? I was only a Weekend there and it was Manhatten only, but I enjoyd a stay among people crazier than me.
Me? Oh. It is called a logistics company. Outsourcing?? Like, why would I do that?
