The unruly have the run of the town. Under the Falls a naked siren bores a crowd to stone through her monotone drone. On the south end, we narrowly escape a vampire crack den. Next in, the velociraptors are acting up again. Their paralytic convulsions shake the panes of fragile glass through which we pass. We head for a park that's not so Jurassic only to find Pleistocene homebros that are Encino Man spastic. Poker Face couldn't hope to clean the cages in this place. New York is a zoo that makes no ado. I can only pray it stays that way.