The First Time I Met The Joker This was a dark and scary place at the time. I remember hearing about the Joker’s plan to terrorize Gotham City, but it still didn’t click into place until August of 1966 when police began tearing down an old munitions factory in order to build the first skyscraper in the city. It was like being inside of a black fog machine with no windows or doors. There were no sounds but only smells that assaulted your senses. When all was said and done, the Gotham City police department took on the role of judge, jury, and executioner. What if the king of crime came for you first? My friends and I roamed through this magnificent city exploring its hidden corners in search of clues as to who would pay for our crimes. We left our footprints in all kinds of places- from banks to train stations to storage facilities – because we had no other way to go.
The Metropolis of 1966
When the news of the Joker’s plan to toll the United States with his own Black helicopters broke, I had to get my fix as well. All I needed to do was find the address of the Gotham Train Station. I would have been willing to walk there and back without a care in the world, but the station was under construction and there was no way to get in without a pass. Since I was a train rider, I was able to get past the construction process and into the station where I would find the necessary information. It was also my first taste of the streets of Gotham. The train station was nothing but a sea of dark and foggy buildings with no roofs or walls. In fact, the only thing that adorned the entire place was somestreet signs, a few of which said “rain.” If the news was to be believed, the train station was home to a long series of different stores and bars. My first priority was finding the train station. Once there, I had to find a way inside. I remember seeing a signposted path leading to a abandoned museum that I was eager to investigate. At the same time, I had to decide where and when I would begin exploring the cities surrounding Gotham. Finding the train station was my first priority, but the rest would come later.
My First Step into the Joke Factory
In the meantime, I had to figure out what to do with my newfound knowledge of the city. After all, the Joker was coming for us, and only now would he be able to strike in full force. I was eager to learn more about the man behind the mask, but first I had to track down his hideout. Once I had my location known, I had to find a way to get inside. Once again, I was in a state of high anticipation. I was so excited to find out what awaited me in the real world that I lost track of time. I was running late and needed to finish a task at the same time that the Joker was about to come out of the shadows and wreak havoc on the city. If I could just pick up the pace a bit, I would be able to get to the store in one day. When I finally made it to the store, I was so focused on my task that I almost didn’t see the owner come around the corner. It was only then that I realized that he was carrying a large fine-tooth kaffeeklatsch in a thermos flask. I’d never seen such a thing before, and I was confused as to how it got in my hands. When I finally managed to get the kaffeeklatsch on the table, I started to drink it. I was surprised by how much I was able to handle. The heat from the kaffeeklatsch was so intense that it overwhelmed my small body, but the drink was still very good. Heading to the bank of potholes, I saw a signposted path leading to a playground where kids loved to play. In all, it took me about two hours to complete the entire city of Gotham.
## The Penguin’s Lair
Once again, I was in a state of high anticipation. My first priority was to get to the bank of potholes of the playground. Once there, I had to turn around and head back to the train station to meet the Joker. It was just as well that I was late. The Joker was a great climber, but he was clumsy and slow when it came to making his way down the stairs. Once he was on the ground, however, he was unstoppable. He took off after me running through the empty streets like a bat out of hell. Once again, he was chasing my tail, but this time he was gaining on me. In all, it took me about three hours to complete the entire city of Gotham.
## The Real Joker-Not screen printed!
Once again, my first priority was to get to the bottom of what was happening in the city. It was what it was, and that was that. Once again, I was late. This time, though, I was on the wrong end of the track. The Joker was in pretty much the same position as me. He was so close to the ground that the distance between us was almost the same. Luckily, I was small and easily missleered. He was about three times my size and weighed about two hundred pounds. When I finally managed to get the kaffeeklatsch in the cup, I started to drink it. Once again, the heat from the kaffeeklatsch overwhelmed my small body and I was soon gasping for air. Once again, the Joker was at my back, but this time he was still a bit ahead. If I could have just hung on a bit, I would have been able to catch up to him. Once again, we were both falling behind. When we finally came to a complete stop, I was so surprised and so happy to see the world that I almost forgot about the joke. But then again, what good is a text message in a throwaway conversation when you’re fighting a losing battle against the real Joker?
## Too Bad You Can’t See It
Once again, my first priority was to figure out what to do next. I had to get out of the city, but first I had to find a way to see the world from. Once again, I was in a state of high anticipation. I was so excited to see the world that I almost didn’t recognize the day as day. It was only then that I realized that it was already too late. The sun had already set, there was no point in trying to continue due to the light pollution. The only thing I could do was turn my back on the lights and hope that the sun would shine down on me in a moment of weakness. If that was the case, I would never be able to finish my task. Luckily, the sun was out, and it was time to finish the job. With my last nerve, I stepped into the darkness and was soon lost to the lights. Once again, I was cold and alone. I didn’t have anyone to feed, water or even talk to. Just a rock to lean on.
## A Flashback to 1966
When I was still in my teens, I was sent to a foster home with foster children and teens. We spent our whole time exploring the city around us, trying to find somewhere we could go. We had no idea that this would be the last time we ever would. It was only when we were 17 that we were given another choice. We could either go to New York or the suburbs. In New York, we were safe and secure, while in the suburbs we were alone. As I recall, the foster home was one of the most beautiful places I ever saw. There were friends everywhere, from the young children to the old people, and there was a sense of calmness and security that seemed to be missing in our city. You could feel the presence of others and there was something comforting about it. It was the first time I had ever seen the word ‘foster home,’ and I was immediately transported back to the foster home. When I was old enough to drive, we used the foster home as our base of operations. To this day, I still remember the feeling of being mesmerized by the beauty and tranquility of the place.
Hookah Bong Rage – Part II
One of the most amazing things about New York City is the transformation of the High Line into a world-renowned trail in less than a year. The High Line was once a mosh-pit of greasy foods, motorcycle gangs and beer gutters. Now, it is a marvel of architecture and environmental engineering. It is run by a non-profit organization and has been turned into a park. It