Fighting through a hangover haze on Saturday afternoon, I grabbed my camera and went for a long walk around the neighborhood (locked out of my apartment), in search of something. What, I cannot say. But here is what I got kiddos.
I call this, "Angerfield American Dream." Washingtons are worthless anyway, we eat those.
Want to pull a reverse strat? When the bartender turns his/her back, take their tips off the bar.com. Sabo is a beautiful thing.
Outside now, and WHAT THE EFF!!!???!! Bro, take your bike off the sidewalk, this ain't some two-bit European country, this is NEW YORK FUCKIN' CITY BRO!
Does anyone else not see the EXTREME irony here? Like, duh, it's 145th n Amsterdam, OF COURSE they have drugs there! If I was slinging I would probably be sooooo tight: "Really? Is the sign reallllly necessary kiddo?" And yea, even if I was a thug, slinging yays, I would still say kiddo.
Good ol' B.Jay's. I wonder if they had a Black Friday sale, "50% Off all B.Jays." How sick would that be? I'm tight that I missed that. They probably have the craziest "Take Your Daughter to Work Day." I'm sure they charge admission for that.
Spiritual dog. Or so I was told by the owner who was standing outside of M&S Front Line Co. (a dive) on 145th and B'way, plastic cup in hand. And yes that is a liquor store to the dog's left, so we have a bar to the right, liquor store to the left. Awesome.
My head (nh), actually is that small. Until next time kiddos.
1 comment:
good shit. b-jays was crazy on friday man, too many patrons, the shit got sloppy.
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