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Recently, on these very pages I mentioned that each year I consider my first sighting of a shirtless man on the subway the signal that summer has officially begun. With temperatures in New York creeping up into the quadruple-digits over the last several days I knew it was only a matter of time before I spotted my first robin barebreast, and last night I was richly rewarded. While waiting on the platform at the West 4th Station--right in the heart of Manhattan's West Village, a busy bohemian hub for people visiting the city in search of white blues bands, marijuana pipes shaped like naked ladies, and Coldstone Creamery ice cream--a train pulled in and not one, but two shirtless guys stumbled out. As a special bonus, they were both bleeding in several places.

I can't remember--when the first shirtless subway commuter you see is bleeding does that mean we'll have six more weeks of summer, or six fewer weeks? Or does it just mean that someone's going to catch hepatitis before they reach Penn Station? Either way, game on.

WE FIRST MET ON 06.11.2008

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