You Know What I Love Most About NYC In 100 Degree Heat?

The diverse and increased potency of a potpourri of aromas filling the air.

Seriously, the sidewalks are baked slabs of dog urine and the subway platforms are beyond description. Z's gotta give a big shoutout to the MTA for allowing the F train to run at 20 minute intervals during this evening's rush hour.

24 hours until the Big Chill, dear readers...