Barbershop's closed today, folks. Sorry. Feeling a bit under the weather. [aka It's Yom Kippur, he's not cutting any hair, you ignorant shmucks ( Read more... )

During the flood I gave an olde-time cavalier-cowboy-person a haircut, so I'm guessing all guys already know I'm a barber. Great. Saves me time. I'll be doing that thing I do on Fridays in one of the first floor common rooms. If you go to one and I'm not there, just walk yourself on down to the other ( Read more... )

I'll admit it - I was watching you guys at your port thing ( Read more... )

And now Inara's gone. You know...

How 'bout them floods? them Sox? that Admiral? non-woolen trousers?

Fuck it. I'm just really gonna miss her. I'm really missing everyone who left actually.

Especially Inara. It's funny what kind of life you can wind up building here; the kind of life you thought had been taken from you forever.

So Sam's gone. And Louis.

Swell.

Soooo...

How about them floods?

Alright. Yesterday was the fourth. People made a big deal out of fireworks and eating cheeseburgers. I chuckled with the rest of you. Yeah, America - let's blow something up ( Read more... )

That flood was the bees knees. I was a bear.

edit [after he remembers, whoops]: Costigan is a jerk who doesn't know his ass from his elbow, let alone what it takes to play a good game of baseball.

I didn't hit anyone with a baseball the other day, did I? I remember practicing my swing during the flood on the top deck and I'm pretty sure I wasn't paying attention to where they were landing ( Read more... )

[Donny is sat in silence in the Level 1 common room. Head in one hand, the other gripping his machine gun, he's feeling just a little confused.

Around him the furniture is filled with holes. In fact, the couch he's sat on looks a bit like Swiss cheese. As does a nearby table. As do the walls behind his head.

He pulls at the sleeves of his ( Read more... )

Well how about that, Barge. I'd pick marching through fucking Sicily again over staying here right now ( Read more... )