September is finally upon us and it’s the month that I’m fully prepared to give up my soul to pro wrestling. Mid-way through, I’m going to end up going to 3 shows in… Continue reading
It doesn’t have to be a banger. It doesn’t even have to slap. It doesn’t need to come organically. It doesn’t need to be forced. It doesn’t have to make a statement. It… Continue reading
Woke up around 10But it still wasn’t enoughI’m gonna need more Woke up around noonBut that was way too much restWant an hour back My head is buzzingI struggle to make coffeeI need… Continue reading
Good Moleman. Hey Clinton, I told you to shave those sideburns! Make me! It’s Friday, August 27th, 2 Thousand 20 One. The weather in Astoria is 86˚ & Pantone 7450 and somewhere, somebody… Continue reading
It’s Thursday! Cool! It’s the day where I force people to pick writing prompts for me! You probably already knew this! I’ve been doing it for months! This week, my sister is in… Continue reading
It was a busy Friday night in Asbury Park. Gaggles of well-to-do upper middle classers flocked to the coast to drink their dry beers and eat their overpriced walnut-topped salads. They didn’t bat… Continue reading
I mean, yeah, there is a hurricane coming through, but it’s mostly going to miss New York City. The Hamptons, on the other hand, are in for a world of hurt. But we… Continue reading
Mozz sticks on my tongueSun beams on my greasy faceTotally worth it There’s a breeze tonight.So much better than last night.Thanks so much, weather. Do you ever feelLike a cotton candy bagDriving through… Continue reading
Good Moleman. Great Caeser’s Ghost! A talking Krusty doll! I stole it from that Borgnine guy. It’s Friday, August 20th, Twenty-Twenty1. The weather in Queens is 83˚ & Pantone 6249 and somewhere, somebody… Continue reading
It’s Thursday. That day after Wednesday and before Sunday. It’s also the day that I force people to pick writing prompts for me. This week’s selection came from Joe, who wanted me to… Continue reading
