Contrary to popular misconception, Manhattan keeps going for several miles after Harlem. We have lots of wildlife up here: raccoons, hideously grinning opossums, skunks, bats, pissed-off-looking groundhogs. The skunks in particular don’t give a fuck and will stroll right down the middle of the sidewalk, fully aware that no one will give them any trouble. This being the case, I don’t know whom they’re spraying, but they do it a lot starting as soon as the weather gets warm — which is about when the stoners start opening up their windows, it seems.