Four o'clock on a hot summer Monday in New York City.

I don't want to hear anybody complain about the heat, especially if you're one of those people that were whining and crying.

It's so cold. Give me the summer. Give me the summer. Here's what today proves. And I have said this my entire life.

The summer sucks. It's overrated. More days than not are hot and disgusting.

And you walk down the streets, your pits smell, you're sweating all over the place, your

hair's a mess, there's sweat on down your brow. This weather is atrocious. And no one's allowed

to complain about it

unless you're someone like me who

hates the summer who calls it out

for what it is but you can't tell

me with a straight face, Diki, you like

this weather. Well, I don't

mind the heat. It's the humidity

when I walk my dog this morning

I went maybe

I don't know, 300 yards and I was drenched.

Damn right.

Like soaking wet.

Yes.

Water, sweat dripping down my face.

And I still had, I don't know, 10 minutes to go on this walk.

CJ.

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