Actually, they're not scared of anyone. They are streets.

These streets are more scared of you than you are of them.

In the wintertime, night transforms New York City streets into something brooding, unknowable, and not a little monstrous. It’s part of our hometown charm. This weekend, going out into this dark world, we discovered that whether it was our sober clumsiness, drunken hungriness, or just the desire to go to a bar in Brooklyn, the worst demons lie not in the shadows, but in ourselves. Next weekend, be sure to fight down your own personal demons and submit your stories to tips@bwog.com.

Where did your demons take you this weekend?

  • I slipped on ice twice on college walk while sober/alone and a) got a gnarly scab and b) random parts of my body are non-consecutively sore. I legit feel like I lost a significant amount of brain cells to college walk.
  • Partyhopped for the first time. It was weird.
  • Went to a bar where you could roast s’mores on a personal fire!! Drank a “dirty Girl Scout.” Camp in Brooklyn. Drinks were bad though so I don’t recommend.
  • Braved the cold on Thursday to go to Output in Brooklyn to see Thomas Jack play an 8-hour set. Rest assured, the swigs of vodka o nthe way there in a Poland Spring bottle were enough for Thomas to make it transcendental for us. Ended the night at 5 a.m with a mild case of frostbite and a deflated palm tree inflatable #tropicalhau5
  • Determined I might be suffering from consumption. Have literally only eaten rice since Friday. My fragile gut can’t handle much else. Sold off 25% of my closet just to be able to afford said rice. (I’m broke.)
  • Dedicated my weekend to catching up on sleep. Wondered what happened as I sat down to Parks and Recreation at 2:00 Saturday night.
  • Walked into Koronet’s and proceeded to watch a girl WATCH HERSELF throw up by staring at her reflection in the mirrors!!

Dark city streets via Shutterstock