Boring patrol tonight.
I hang around Chinatown then swing through Queen's Row. Nothing going on, crime-wise, but it's a nice warm summer night. There's a salty breeze blowing in from the ocean, so I practice gliding through the condos and mid-rises of Midtown with my suit's glider wings.
I'm listening to Pink Floyd's Momentary Lapse of Reason because I am a White Guy.