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Storm 12, tomorrow
Landlord and I are standing on the stoop. "Upper East Side Not Plowed -- DiBlasio Retaliation Alleged." When was our street plowed? NEVER. What's our street like now? 4-6 inches of snow, with half-assed skid ruts ( Read more... ) -
Art Star Fetish
Figure 2. Penknife.
Master Lee cut an entire block of government cheese with this knife. No prayers but the crowd was fed. Winter 2004, Rev. Jen's Anti-Slam, Collective Unconscious. -
For help with back pain
1. Place tennis ball on floor ( Read more... ) -
Shi'a and Sunni
Muhammad had no sons. He had a daughter, Fatima. She married Ali, who is Muhammad's son-in-law. They had a son, Hussein ( Read more... ) -
Werewolf Bitchez from Outer Space
9 degrees. So what. The WifFi works better. The DNS server, of course, works like shit because everyone's working from home today, which is also why if I want to make a phone call, I have to walk outside the apartment and stand in the street. Remember the 20th century? This century sucks. If too many people try to use the same wireless network ( Read more... ) -
Acupuncture good
I got loopy. Very loopy. Was like being drunk ( Read more... ) -
Anti-Slam Wednesday night
Old Man Hustle's only sixteen feet wide. I helped the photographer with the drapes, so he could get a shots of Jim Melloan behind the keyboard. His gaffer, holding a shaded light overhead was blonde with dreads. Many stupid things were said onstage. I kept smiling at her. She did smile once. She was kind of a stiff ( Read more... ) -
Nightmare
A frumpy secretary and an oily office manager, but I came to realize I was the main character, me and a child's wooden horse toy. It was a realistic horse, all four feet on the ground, like waiting to be saddled. He was standing on a little platform with wheels on it ( Read more... ) -
the Brooklyn Renaissance
"That's your buyback from the other night," said Mary, handing me a free 20-oz. Weihenstephaner on arrival. Holy crap, someone treated me like a human being. I hate IPAs. I don't like walking into a bar that brags about its beer, except what it sells are three IPAs, two stouts, Guinness and no lager. No wheat beer. IPA is a style. Josh, ( Read more... ) -
end of the civil war
"No. I'll buy him one," said the girl with the Russian accent. A shot of whiskey. I was on my way out. Didn't hear her. I was listening to the gray-haired ponytail guy from New Orleans.
"You mind if we do -- we sing this? You can sing. I can tell. I'll do the high part." He sure the hell could. We sang Don't Think Twice, It's All Right. ( Read more... )