Mas Feo? Mas Bueno!!!

Ugly is the new black. Ugly Betty just may bring ABC back. Look out world. I love this show. All the actors, the characters and the enormous story potential. And little glimpses of Salma Hayek in her little telenovela cameos are gravy. Que fabuloso, Salma, gracias por todo. Check this show out!

Just Wondering; The Mis-Castaways

We havent seen anything this hideous since Elizabeth Shue as a nuclear physicist in "The Saint".

Just Wondering.............

If true to any good rap concert, are there scuffles and shots fired by theatre mavens and their walkers with Usher on B'Way in 'Chicago'?

Does Usher have to check tickets and pass programs?

Will Ben Afflec save his career in Hollywoodland? Literally?

Molly Ringwald in 'Sweet Charity' in Los Angeles? Don't we have enough thoughtless modern art thrown on classic architecture out here?

Are recent compromises on the Geneva Convention the reason we got by for sending Ashlee Simpson to the UK to play Roxie Hart in 'Chicago'. I mean c'mon, this is hardly right when you consider they shared William Shakespeare.....

If casting themselves as a homosexual will save any d-list celebrity's career?

Does 'Apocolypto' have anything to do with Superman's dog?

When you are drinking and say something antisemitic is it really a slur, or a slurr?

When you kiss your Manny on the tarmac what do you do for your poolboy in the hottub?

JLo? Y?

Is that the only hairstyle Sean Penn gets from Fantastic Sam's?

The Article Joe Doesn't Want You To Read.

Hello all. My good bud O's working on the Ned Lamont campaign for US Senator from CT. This race has been especially heated as his opponent, former vice-presidential candidate Joe Lieberman lost the primary, is currently running independent of the democratic party, and has an unverified bias to the current administration. I'm attaching a link to a great article from next months GQ by reporter Kenneth Cain. It's titled The Kiss Of Death and it's a great read.

http://men.style.com/gq/features/full?id=content_5003

Have a great day and learn something new.

Little Peggy, Miss Piggy, MP3, Emigree, and Mr. P.

Brevity is the soul of wit. Good things come in small packages. Less is More. All these addages explain how much can be gleened from the unlikeliest of sources. "A mouthful of joy in every bite".

In my formative years on the CT Shoreline I worked in a small restaurant called LL Chapman's. It wasn't fancy, but it was good. She got bought by a larger institution down the road and we gained a new step-family of employees. They were rowdy and unfinished but well-meaning. Among them were Stanley, the stockbroker turned dishwasher (by way of a Stoli abedded nerv. bd), Del the eighty year old stud, Peggy and Bobby the mom's looking for butter and egg money, and little Peggy, not to be confused with the other Peggy or Too-Tall for that matter. She was fiery, four' ten", and loved a good time. Little Peggy did prep work at both places, washing dishes, bussing, whatever it would take. She lived on a big boat in the local marina by offering her labor in lieu of rent. She would usually come down the river to work on her boston whaler, pretty nice commute, I know. She split her time between the islands and the shoreline, dodging cold weather wherever she went. One fine night of rum and Jimmy Buffet had us jumping overboard from the top of the bridge into the harbor, boarding from the stern, running back up two flights of stairs and jumping again. All the while shouting Little Peggy's battle cry of, "Yyyyaaaaaaaaayyyyaaaaaawwwwwwwwwww!!!!!" She was a lots of fun and I know she's causing trouble in some corner of the road.

Miss Piggy was as tall as my friend Little Peggy and just as formidable. When Peggy was winning the female heat of The Singing Bridge, Great Canoe Race of 92, Miss Piggy was dominating the Box Office with Muppets Take New York. When Little Peggy was decking the drunken heathen, Miss Piggy was throwing karate (pork) chops. Most people would find this comparisson to be rude, but I don't think so. Both are legends and celebrities. I'm sure their international circles may even have crossed here and there. Little Peggy's hair was longer and she didn't where high heels, but they were both role models in the formative years on the Shoreline for me. The chance to make muppet jokes is too cheap and easy.

I was stymied all weekend by a device not bigger than my ring finger. I am the child that could assemble model cars without the instructions, the peg kind and the cement kind. And then I could turn around and create something equally as cool out of the plastic frames that held all the parts in the kit. No waste. I rule my fridge the same way, it's amazing what sticks in your life. But this little nasty device tortured me for days. I could have gotten the owners manual online on friday but was determined to figure it out on my own. It has four buttons, how brutal can this be? I poked, I chopped, I cussed and all the tricks done me none. I would pick it up, let it infuriate me, and put it down. I would walk away, go back, walk away, and go back again. I would carry it in my pocket, knowing that it wouldnt work in hopes to have a moment to break this DaSamsung Code, on my own. And truth be known, the company discontinued the mp3torture implement. While finally downloading the "no longer available" instructions, I got the sequence right and the player opened right up for me. It was ready to play and packed with fun. "Yyyaaaaaayyyyyaaaaaaaaaaaaaawwwwwwwwwwww!!!!!"

Emigrees are people that leave their homeland for political reasons. They bring their ideals and traditions with them in their hearts and heads to the next location.

Mr. P was short for Mr. Pontbriant, my elementary school art teacher. He married Miss MacFarlane my third grade teacher circa '76. He knew that majority of the students wouldnt be able to say, let alone spell Pontbriant, so he abbreviated his name to Mr. P for all our sakes.

US Open post mortem, pre Morten's.

I wasn't sure what I would miss most, food, hooch, or smokes. It was definately the chewing thing. I could see it, I could smell it, it's inescapable in our culture. We are consumers, and we're called that for a reason. Everywhere we turn are little teasers to remind you that you must ingest to survive and how much more comfortable we'll be with the advertisers' products in us. My rotating list of what I would ingest first kept fluctuating as the media would manipulate me. One day it would be pasta, the next day steak, the next day an ice cold martini. But what would be the nicest to my squeeky clean system?

Well seeing as it is my first day back to normal eating after my Master Cleanse I need to set the pattern of how I'm going to preserve my pristine digestive tract. Yesterday was my all raw day with fruits, veggies and I snuck some miso broth into my body. You dont know how good my white peach was at lunch time. Oh. my. god. For dinner, a sweet potato and one of the most beautiful heirloom tomatoes you ever put your eyes on, it was so deep red it was almost black. I'm jazzed to be down eleven pounds, and am feeling a bit puny, I'm planning on putting on five pounds smart with lean muscle. I'm also going start with some oatmeal, doing the thirty day thing with oatmeal in the am; heartsmart. Probably lots of chicken. I'm looking at the big 10; lean protein, legumes, whole grains, olive oil, salmon, veggies, citrus fruit, berries, nuts and seeds, and tea. Powerfoods with antioxidants so I can live and blog forever.

My recommendations for those doing the Master Cleanse:

1. Start on the weekend. It's much easier to be miserable for the first couple days when you can limit social contact.
2. Hydration, hydration, hydration. The lemonade will give you all you need nutritionaly, but you need to supplement with flushing the body with the H20 in tandem.
3. Get a juicer. Doing this by hand? Are you crazy? I dont have time for this.
4. Learn to like cayenne. It's important, mucus needs to be broken down.
5. Get plenty of rest, don't push your immune system, it's the only one you got.
6. The laxative tea is key in the night.
7. The seasalt water flush is key in the morning.
8. Brush your tongue. When your tongue is clean and pink, it's the time to break the diet. Otherwise it's gonna be a murky mess while you detox.
9. Break the diet in stages as recommended, don't bring yourself this far and crash and burn by pushing your system with that piece of pizza "you deserve". Go juice. Go raw. Eat smart.
10. Enjoy the journey, as well as the results. The clarity you receive is amazing and your skin will look fantastic. If you're going to deny yourself someting fun, at least take joy elsewhere. Remember if you cant' love the one you want, love the one your with.

Now if you'll excuse me, I have to decide which steak to have for lunch. It's all I really wanted.

US Open, The Rehab; or;Tu Juice, La Moose?

It's over, and only the crying remains. Final weight loss eleven pounds. Skin clear, eyes perky and energy annoying. First day of rehab involves fresh oj to ready the stomach. As much as I want, slowly. Tommorrow is raw veg day! Raw fruit and salad! Like I'm livestock in a petting zoo, well basically I am. Bullwinkle's the name, silliness the game.

And speaking of the Dali Llama (herder) I bring you the wise words of J, who witnessed the cleanse and whom many of you demanded testimonial to detemine if the good mood I experienced was actually starvation induced hallucinations. Here's J;

Yes, I do believe a testimonial is in order. It's true, Tony has successfully completed The Master Cleanse. Astonishingly, he was his normal, happy self the entire time. I could tell he took it easy the first few days expecting to be tired but after a few days, he evidently didn't see much change in his energy level and was out there running and swimming like usual. Isn't that annoying? He's definitely lost a noticable amount of weight and says he feels great. I hope he does because he deserves it, this is not an easy thing to do. Please ... it's hard enough to watch. So kudos to Tony! > > One side note, detoxifying can be associated with body odor as the detoxifying process can exude from all pores. Now doesn't that want to just make you jump on the bandwagon. Joe

We Remember.

photo credit: andy cogbill

But enough about my colon.......

It's sunday evening and a fine cap to sunday funday. It began with the sunday paper, jazz and a lemonade. It then continued with a fine walk thru the Japanese Gardens of the Sepulveda Reclaimed Water Facility in arid Van Nuys. A lemonade break was in order before that ever so lovely sunday nap. And then an amusing post or two was to be made for spatagram's series on my intestines. This lovely cartoon was brought to me by an associate and theatrical opperative; Kacy. She brings to theater what Sidney Greene brought to Alias; A great roundhouse kick. I'd love to post more, but the lemonade is so cold.

US Open pX, dX.

Believe it or not, it's ten days later, ten pounds lighter and one spiffy new intestinal tract. Can you believe it, I'm over caffeine, nicotine and ready for wine and steak. There must be compromise. I'm planning on putting some of the weight back on smartly, low fat, low carb and high protein. With lots of fruit and vegetables. But I'm very pleased with the cleanse.

I'll be glad to leave the juicing process, such a mess to contend with. The seeds, the juicer, the time involved. The carrying around of my nutrients in a jug transforms an adult male into a bottle toting toddler. Maybe that wasn't as great a jump as I've led you to believe. Joe will be glad for me to leave the cleanse process as my smell has been one of a detoxer. It's an almost chemical smell, with a slight funk. I almost smell like a pack of dried shitaake mushrooms, celophane and staples included. It's bizzarre. I catch it on myself to and try to mask it by brushing my tongue, bathing and liberally applying deoderant. You heard me.

With the cleanse over, now comes the rehab process. This involves getting let back into the Eating Community slowly. Tommorrow is juice day, and tuesday too. Wednesday is raw day; veggies and fruit. I leave the land of detox with a salad and simple broth to commence eating normally on thursday. Will there be blog? You betcha. Will there be Pellegrino? You betcha. Is there a filet in the future? You betcha, and probably even a foto or two.

US Open part nine, day nine.

I can see the light! The Fridge light! Weightloss total is ten pounds. I'm feeling fantastic, a little hungry, but fantastic. Tommorrow is the last regimented day of the lemonade, and then on to juice and then raw vegetables! Wow.

US Open parts seven and eight, days seven and eight.

Seven pounds yesterday. Eight pounds today. To date:

32 lemons
2 32 oz. trader joes 10% pure grade b amber maple syrup
4 tsps. cayenne pepper
8 oz. sea salt
8 Smooth Move Herbal Teas.
12 gallons water
6 triple roll Cottonelle with Ripples.

I cant wait to have a steak. And a blooming onion. And a cheesecake. And a Fosters Lager.

Clay Modelling

This is great. I would normally take the time to welcome Paris into the motorvehiccupullover club in this space but I would rather take the time to commend Cl(oset)ay Aiken on being recommended to the president's Committee for People With Intellectural Disabilities. This committee contributes to policy the Whitehouse makes for those challenged. The council was formed in the Kennedy Era as the Committe for Mental Retardation, we've come along way haven't we baby? I know that Clay will bring all the starpower and poise that this group needs, and that the constituents are lucky to have this fella in their corner.

Can anyone tell me where Annette Benning had time to have an affair with an Ewok? I mean really. Look at this photo and you tell me I'm being mean. She's a very busy woman.

US Open, part six, day six.

Alright, so I'm starting to get real obnoxious about the success that this has brought me. I'm loving this cleanse, missing eating terribly. Soooon.................... . To date it's six pounds lost and sixty pounds clarity found. Amazing. The sisters are into it too and getting ready to do it. I cant tell anyone enough that IT IS A COMMITTMENT. I'm counting down the days to solid food but enjoying the ride. I have amazing energy and a great peace of mind. Just when it's usually me giving a piece of mine.............

Capri, Capricious, Capris, Capra

Everything beautiful can be related back to Italy. If it's art, earth, fashion, literature or culture you mark my words, there's a boot behind it. It if we weren't directly responsible, we will at least take credit for the inspiration. Please, how can we not inspire?

Capri is an italian island off of the Sorrentine Peninsula. It sits on the south side of the Gulf of Naples. Capri has been a celebrated destination since the time of the Roman Republic. The island was a favorite for Emporer Tiberias. Caesars would travel to Capri to enjoy it's beauty and sea air. In the 2nd half of the 19th Century Capri became popular for european artists, writers and other celeberities. An entity unto itself the city of Capri shares the island with Annacapris, the other populace found in the hills to the west. In the fifties many of the international jetset found Capri to be a popular sight to own a villa in. With many natural vistas, such as Grotto Azurre, the many shops, boutiques, and cafes, the glitterati found a spot to party and lure the papparzzi around. The smell of the lemontrees blossoming on the island has been likened to a hallucinogen.

Capricious is a greatly underused vocab word. It means apt to change suddenly. Whimsical or changeagle. "She was a capricious girl from the island; at once cool, and soon a vixen."

Capris are a style of trousers usually worn in the summertime. The leg of the pant was designed to fall to the mid calf but some designs have it fall just past the knee. They were first noted in the mid fifties in italy, reflecting the chic nature of fashion, primarily in Capri where many of the jetset were wearing them. They embraced the sillouhette of the female figure were and considered a bold statement. The Capri pants found a home in american culture when they were made enormously popular on the television program, The Dick Van Dyke Show. Laura, played my Mary Tyler Moore, starred as Rob's spunky wife and wore capris regularly to viewers delights. Capris disappeared from popularity in the seventies only to reappear in popularity in the nineties some credit to Uma Thurman sporting them in 'Pulp Fiction'. Most popular in women's fashion, around the late 20th century/early 21st Capris became popular with young men.

Frank Capra was born May 18, 1897 in Bisacquino, Sicily. The anniversary of his death was just recently, September 3, 1991. He emmigrated to the United States on The Germania with his family. They made their way to Los Angeles where his first professional job was as a paperboy. He longed to write and fell in love with the cinema. Ambitious beyond years he put himself thru school to take a job as a gag writer for scripts. His work was always unique which rubbed many a producer the wrong way. He firmly believed that there were two camps in Hollywood; The Mr. Up-Beats, and The Mr Down-Beats". The being part of the former was also regarded as a "Gee Whiz" kind of man, taking the time in viewing what an untypical type actor could bring to a role. Barbara Stanwyck, Jimmy Stewart even Frank Sinatra all held something in Capra's view that not many other directors would have given breaks to. Capra even tried to convince Sinatra that he could be the greatest actor of his time if he devoted his incredible focus on acting and forgoe music. Who knows where Frank would have been, but we certainly knew where he ended up. Capra's legacy is that of forging films that are regarded as americana, telling of the time and the place where this immigrant from italy found success. Films like 'The Bitter Tea of General Yen', 'You Can't Take It With You', 'American Madness', 'Mister Smith Goes To Washington', and 'It's A Wonderful Life' all take on dark topics with suprisingly human outcomes. Frank Capra was the most unique, highly honored and successful director of his time.

US Open, part five, day five.

Five is the lucky number. My weightloss has stablized at five pounds lost and I feel great. I miss eating but know that I'm hitting the halfway mark in the cleanse. Everyone is suprised at the commitment I've made and that I'm doing it rather easily. To tell the truth, so am I. Here we are at day five, and I'm pleasent as punch. Kind of annoyingly so, at least to me. I feel so safe, and clean that it's unnerving. I went to yoga this morning and had amazing relaxation and now I'm off to swim. This should be interesting as I usually have to medicate before I get in the pool. There's a section in Burrow's The Master Cleanse where he extols the virtues of the cayenne pepper to aid in the defeating of allergies. I hold a great one for chlorine and cant wait to test his hypothesis. Sept, the fifth, and alls well.

US Open, part four, day four.

I feel fantastic. As long as I know there is a bathroom nearby. Total weight loss to date is five pounds. I'm still not overusing the lemonade and hydrating well. Ran two miles today and a killer ab workout. Cant wait for a rib dinner with dr pepper and popcorn shrimp, but I digress. These tangents pop in to your head at the darndest of times but also retreat quicker and quicker. It's a lot like when you quit smoking, how the urge lessens and lessens with each passing day. OOooooooh lemontarts with blueberries, ice cold, served with arnold palmers with mint sprigs. And a marlboro light. What was I saying...........................oh yes, the urge curbs quicker and quicker as each mouthwatering temptation poptarts in to your head.

I have plenty of energy and am no longer lightheaded so those of you who keep moving my truck around can stop, I'll no longer be gaslit. Stop rearranging the furniture and then putting it back in the original position, I know what you're doing, especially you, and you know who you are. Capisc? I am no longer lightheaded or paranoid. How did I get here and what am I doing. Oooooh, a ring-ding would be nice, maybe a two bite brownie, or better yet a mallowmar. Hmmmmmmmmmmm.

US Open, part three, day three.

Total weight loss is four pounds, mostly water. I'm not drinking too much of the lemondade. The recommended is six to ten glasses (10 oz.) I'm drinking about seven. I havent overexerted myself in the exercise department as I'm waiting to see how my energy levels arise and ebb. I did work a saturday night at the restaurant after running two miles and doing most of my strength training and felt pretty great. Today I'm off and all I want to do is ransack the fridge.

I also started the saltwater cleansing today. That's the ingesting of a quart of h20nacl to broom clean your system. AND HOW. By the end of this the only toxins I should have left will be my lurid imagination and vicious tongue. It's an exodus of the first order.I'm starting to feel like a cookie cutter shape. The saltwater is to be taken in tandem with lax/teas to keep the choreography a-moving. Like a salty dance captain in a summerstock company, you learn urgency at the beat-beat of their call.

I feel good and have taken to naming the voices in my head. I cant get over that I havent had something solid to eat in three days, and I'm not even sick. This is a pretty neat little trip. I see dancing porterhouses in the room in the Ally McBeal dancing baby vein. They spin, they sizzle (har har), and even bow. Bow, Bough, Bowel, Bow Wow Wow. Buh bye, dance captains calling....

Rabbit, Rabbit.

Rabbit, Rabbit is the first post of the month to bring my blog good fortune and to celebrate things pretty, witty and gay. Not always in that order. Rabbit Rabbit.

On the first day of each month if the words "Rabbit, rabbit" are the first you should speak when you awake. The legend is that good fortune awaits you in the coming month. I hadnt missed a month this year until Sept. Maybe I was distracted with the hole (pun intended) cleansing that I am undertaking (see US Open series), maybe I'd absorbed all the luck I had coming this year-I have had a tremendous 06. Whatever the reason, I missed my favorite incantation and tried to remind those near and dear about it. Everyone needs a little luck, don't you think? Rabbit Rabbit.

It was with luck that we survived the last ten weeks of the summer of 06. I don't know where these people came from but they couldn't have been any worse a clientel for a restaurant if they were hemmoraging rhino strung out on LSD. Hideous. I put away the jokes and strapped on the gas mask and kept my eyes on september coming. And now it's here, and Labor Day to boot. Our bluecollar holiday that reminds us how the nation is run; poorly from above, on the backs of the hourlies. Labor Day, should be celebrated over nine months, culminating in a Labor Day? Please be nice to your server as karma's a bitch, and moving really quickly lately. Time flies. Rabbit Rabbit.

As time flies fast, the people at Marvel Comics have decided to match DC Comics gay for gay. With the lesbiurrection of Batwoman as a crimefighting socialite out-lesbian the comic book powerhouses have trolled their universes to turn-Out new role models. Evidently they know where there fanbases are rooted. Marvel has long dabbled in queering characters; Northstar of the XMen, the Young Avengers book series, but until now hasnt put one of their mainliners out on the big pink street. In the XMen comics they have revealed the steel-turning russian, Colossus, as a big mo. I have long since loved this series. They speak to young gays in a metaphor that it's okay to be different, different can be cool. Most important you need to remember is that you are not alone. Out there in the world are people like you and you need to keep your head up, so you'll see them. I think this is pretty awesome that they have put some really great faces to gay ideals and can provide inspiration and comfort to readers of all ages. Its great to see ownership of ideals, people who's deeds match there words, continuously. It's very reassuring and pretty cool. Rabbit Rabbit.

On the other hand, when people don't own up to their true nature and deny, deny, deny, they can create smoke and can really speed up karma. It's great that Tab Hunter, George Takeii, and Richard Chamberlain can go to the oldhomoresthome-o with a clear conscience, and grab the male orderlies without fear of a tell-all being written shaming their big pink secrets. But fellas, you could have come to the table sooner. And instead of bringing a beard, a tossed salad may have been nice. You 'skirted' around the issues and enjoyed your success closeted. Wasn't it dark in there? Wouldn't you have preferred to take a trip down the runway and be free of all those earthly constraints? Go, Greased Lightning. You could have flown with the ease of a thunderbird (tbird), with those three little words that even Lance Bass had the balls to say. How much success is necessary to feel safe? It won't take much for me I think. Just enough to take care of my family, my love, myself and work occasionally. A nice couple of homes and maybe a trip here and there a couple times a year. I like to fly, but I really I like to drive. Rabbit Rabbit.

I'm all about that RV America concept, renting a camper van and taking off down the road. I want to see Graceland and I know my partner, Sister and her partner and kids and those magical Martino girls would make the trek. Goosy says she would but that's another story. Read more about Goosy in 'Air Banada' here in spatagram. Rabbit Rabbit.

US Open, part two.

So as the Master Cleanse begins I have one major observation; Food is everywhere. Radio, Internet, TV, underfoot, in the stores, even on the street, consumers are enlisted to consume. We really do eat with our eyes first, and with marketing so readily available, we are well fed. My eyes were trippin out of my head as today I officially switched to a liquid diet for ten days. While I've had liquid diets before, this one I may actually recall in the morning. There is a slight buzz in the back of my head that is the chewing and eating ritual identifying itself as a habit. I try to extinguish the buzz with the elixir, but it returns. I found my mood to be normalish, but my temper quick to ignite. My sense of smell started to return, and we'll see what tommorrow will bring. Thanks Lu Lu.

Bobo, part two.

I had the pleasure of waiting on three countesses from the shire of Michigan. Michigoans is how they are commonly called, but I wouldn't call them common. I would though if I was juiced. Nicole, Sue and Carol (names have been changed to protect the wicked) came to the restaurant on the tailend of their vacation to La-La Land and asked for a picture. Damn digital cameras, for years waiters have taken great pleasure in cutting off people's heads in their forced photo safari, now we're held accountable on the spot. Do you know how many wedding albums have been spruced up with caterwaiters providing, commentary, irony and sometimes bunnyears behind Aunt Page's bouffant. I digress, these ladies were cool, and delivered the goods. Someday I'll elaborate on the Gay Agenda and how we've been molding society for centuries through fashion, art and the chicken dance at your local red state wedding.

US Open.

As Agassi retires, I repell. I am embarking on a ten to fourteen day cleanse. A return to arms, if you will. I am accepting the Master Cleanse by Stanley Burroughs, a diet of lemonade. The beverage of choice is a concoction of maple syrup, water, fresh lemon juice and cayenne pepper. Supposedly it's all the nutritional value I will need and you can exist on this for as long as forty days. I don't think I will set up residence as long as that. If you know me you know that I supercede the 85% human body is water quotient for being more like 96%. I love me my cocktails. I love me my pasta for that matter or as matter may go, I love me my food. I am forgoing all of that and my daily vitamins to purge my system of iniquities. I know that somewhere in the recesses of my colon is part of a filet that I ingested at some straight couples wedding while dancing the Macarena. It's there, I heard Cher, and now its merde. I am in the throws of Burroughs. I intend to document the cruelty here for your enter-tailment. And mine.
This time, it's personal.

I know that you will find this entertainment. It's like taking amusement in someone's pain, schadenfreude, you cant help but smile. Like watching a slinky come down the stairs, not really worth a lot but you can't help but smile. I look forward to the amusement, and the enlightenment, as my digestive tract gets a broom cleaning. My love has bought a pizza for my debaucherous goodnite to substance. With mushrooms, and a larger size than he would normally buy, I am saying goodbye to substance. A bottle of Stoli also plays a significant role. My man rules. I am an amazing man, and Joe is better. Nuff.

I swill Stoli, eat pizza, and smoke my last Marlboro Light and prepare for the day, tommorrow, that I purge. I pity anyone in my way that is uninformed, underdressed, and unapreciative of what life is. I will make someone cry, and I hope it's not you. The grapes of wrath is coming, out of my colon, but tune in for daily updates, cuz it should be a lu-lu.

xoxoxoooxoxooxooxo

madman in noho