As a gargoyle, I spend a lot of time out in the weather. At this time of year, it means I'm the first to get a good bearing on the summer...and summer sure came early. A bit too early. Let me tell you, people, it's goddamn hot out there! Now I've got tough skin. I can weather the sun. I am the Weather Gargoyle, after all.
But in this sort of heat, in the big city, it's more than just direct rays of sun hitting you. See, here in the city that sunlight soaks into the concrete and radiates back up, reflects off all those pretty shiny windows you architects are so proud of. It's pure torture for someone like me, who's basically caught between a fiery orb of incandescent gas about 93 million miles away and the sizzling streets of Manhattan.
And I've got a sensitive nose. Every day in New York it's garbage day somewhere among the avenues and boroughs. As much as I like the aromas rising up from Little Italy and even China Town (I do love Italian food best), I don't care much for the broiled reek of garbage and sewer drains. Manhattan becomes a vast buffet of refuse that you don't even want to KNOW about.
But someone's got to be up here, perching on buildings, doing this job.
Still, let up on the heat, eh?