Come late August, we all have a little Sonny in us

Dog Day Afternoon, the freaking brilliant film by Sidney Lumet, captures the stress of the city bar none, and how the incessant unrelenting heat can make a man, or woman, snap. Just like that. Go under. Stop fighting it and pick up the gun.

August has always kinda sucked in the city. The frolics of June and July and the outdoor concerts and events and parties have petered out, every shrink is out of town, and each day ends covered in grime. The clock clicks off each minute towards summer's end like fat drips from a leaky faucet. Anyone who loves New York City in August must have the means to escape it. A HoJo in Algeria? Yes please.

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