If I ever get enough money , I'm going to get a licence to operate a horse-drawn buggy in Central Park. I couldn't believe how much those drivers were making.

Let's put it this way, its cheaper to hire a whore in Times Square to carry you around on her back than it is to travel one city block in a horse-drawn carriage.

Despite all that, I still wanted to see what it was like to sit in a horse drawn buggy. I looked around and found an empty carriage. I jumped into it and just sat there for a while.

Overall, it was pretty boring.

Just like sitting in an elevated chair behind some smelly horse's ass.

I was there about five minutes before the driver returned.

He didn't see me at first because I kept very still, but then he noticed that people were staring at something behind him.

This picture was taken as he turned around and saw me there.

He was pretty angry. He said:

'Get the Fuck out!'

I didn't obey right away and he jumped down from his perch and moved towards me. I ran off through the opposite side of the buggy into the park and dared him to follow me into the bushes.

He's lucky he didn't too because I would have given him the worst beating in Central Park since those niggas bashed that joggers head in with a brick back in the 80s.