Hot didn't even begin to describe the weather outside. Hot was maybe even the understatement of the summer.
Stepping into the street was like stepping into the mouth of a dog. Walking uptown felt hotter than a colonoscope being guided up Satan's hellhole.
And it smelled as though the sun had decided to dutch oven the entire city prior rising up out of bed, and ascending up over the horizon.
It was too hot even to wear a helmet whilst bicycling, as shown above.
