Good AfterMidMorning. It’s Friday, June 5, Two Thousand and Fifteen. The weather in Brooklyn is 58˚ & blegh, I don’t want to talk about it and somewhere, someone is failing really hard at… Continue reading
Good After 2:45. It’s always good after 2:45. 2:44 is starting to feel like rock bottom. Or getting a Rock Bottom from Dwayne Johnson. Am I still talking? Shit. It’s Friday, May 29,… Continue reading
Look alive, chumps! It’s Memorial Day! What does that mean? It means that you don’t have to work if you’re in the fortunate subsector of the working class/business elite/unemployed/microwave. I know what you’re… Continue reading
What follows is some notes on LA that I hand wrote while en route to San Francisco. This was planned on being posted the day of, but what can I say, I got… Continue reading
On April 20, 2015, I wandered around San Francisco for a good 12 hours. I saw a whole lot of things that I would not be able to un-see and I was totally… Continue reading
Alright, afternoon. Your name is overplayed. Also, I feel that noon-time is still kind of morning-esque. You’ve been faking this whole time. I suggest you change your name to AfterTwoThirty. That sounds much… Continue reading
Allo. Voulez-vous mourir ce soir? Non? DOMMAGE!!! It’s Friday Saturday, May 9, Two Thousand and Fifteen. The weather in Brooklyn is 58˚ & blegh and somewhere, somebody is borrowing a DVD from a… Continue reading
Good Evening. Have I ever said that to you before? It’s Friday, March 27, Two Thousand and Fifteen. The weather in Brooklyn is 43˚ & overcast and somewhere, somebody is returning some videotapes.… Continue reading
I hope you understand that I’m going to be spewing out Yankees Hate® all summer long and it’s a fact that you should probably get used to. It’s all I know how to… Continue reading
Good Moleman to you. It’s Saturday, March 21, Nineteen Eighty Seven. The weather in Brooklyn is 48˚ & raining and somewhere, some weird kid is getting all borned and stuff. He’s going to… Continue reading
