
There are three things I know about New York so far: everybody is late for something, nobody has a freakin' clue what sweet tea is, and King Kong himself still roams the streets in the form of a growly blacksmith named Mac. This is no shifter...

There are three things I know about New York so far: everybody is late for something, nobody has a freakin' clue what sweet tea is, and King Kong himself is still alive and well and has taken the form of a growly blacksmith named Mac.
This is no shifter...