Here comes The Sun
Or not.
Gawker’s got the lowdown on The Sun’s blitz of free papers being found on doorsteps and slid between the lips of innocently bystanding issues of The New York Times unfortunate enough to have been sent to said doorstep first.
What I want to know is, where’s my Sun, dude? What, Washington Heights not stuffy enough? That’s right, Sun People! We’ll vomit you outta here as fast as that Starbucks that closed down on 137th street and Broadway. What Starbucks on 137th street, you ask? That’s right, what Starbucks! Heheheheheh. We’re not the LES up here!
(For one thing, anything left on our doorsteps is stolen within seconds.)
