The Upper East Side is a familiar place to those who call it home, or others looking for a quaint and yet cozy place to relax, share good stories, drink cold beverages with friends.
To others, and I refer to these others as destroyers, mainly because they fit quite perfectly into the word “destruction” without too much modification. To these others, this is a very different place. Embark with me, my friends, on this wonderful tale of excitement, complaints, and glory. (Yes, glory!)
This destruction isn’t necessarily of the physical kind (although some physical destruction make take place) as it would be too boorish to use the term so bluntly.
These Destroyers take the night into hand and romp throughout the Upper East Side of Manhattan, grasping it within their clutches. Through what appears to be broken robotics, these mindless clones groove and move to the popular hip hop and rap beats of a year that has come to pass; And moved on with a fury, as much of the rap industry does. These pieces of music, way beyond abandoned, have become such… for a reason. A very good reason. This point is moot, however, so I digress.
These Destroyer Clones, move in an Attention Deficit Disordered fashion, as music pumps from beat to beat, sound to sound.
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