Good meaning. It’s Friday, July 31, Two Thousand and Fifteen. The weather in Brooklyn is 87˚ & shut up and somewhere, somebody is taking dictation as a pro athlete tells his life story.… Continue reading
Good afternoon or evening or morning or whatever. It’s Friday, July 10, Two Thousand and Fifteen. The weather in Chicago is nobody cares and bluh and somewhere, somebody is in a building. The… Continue reading
Bon aprés-midi. Croissant. Oui. Cool. It’s Friday, July 3, Two Thousand and Fifteen. The weather in Brooklyn is 83˚ & sunny and somewhere, somebody is unwrapping a piece of gum for the first… Continue reading
Good afternoon. Ah crap, it’s the afternoon already. I gotta make this quick. It’s Friday, June 19, Two Thousand and Fifteen. The weather in Brooklyn is 84˚ & partly cloudy and somewhere, somebody… Continue reading
After a 5 year hiatus, TeeCoZee treated dozens to yet another Gurgel Geuw music video. People have described it as “cool”, “needs more skateboards” and “elephant ass blast”. I had the opportunity to… Continue reading
Good mid-mid-late-early-mid-afternoon. The weather in Brooklyn is 86˚ & kill me and somewhere, somebody is putting a sugar cube in his coffee. Aint nobody around to tell him otherwise. Heh heh. Maybe, just… Continue reading
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
