It's amazing the wisdom one can find scrawled on the tops of trucks here on 39 (8/9). I mean, at first I kind of liked Popo. But then after that shit he pulled with Jimmy Skids. I gotta agree: Fuck Popo.
Friday, October 29, 2010
Fuck Popo!!!
It's amazing the wisdom one can find scrawled on the tops of trucks here on 39 (8/9). I mean, at first I kind of liked Popo. But then after that shit he pulled with Jimmy Skids. I gotta agree: Fuck Popo.
Monday, October 18, 2010
My least favorite number is 39
On my first little league baseball team, I was issued a t-shirt with the number 2 on the back.
I thought to myself, "Yeah, that makes sense, 'cause I'm the shit!"
Over the years, the thought of a least favorite number never really occurred to me—until now.
I am not a hater and a negative person, but I cannot deny how much 39 sucks.
I thought to myself, "Yeah, that makes sense, 'cause I'm the shit!"
Over the years, the thought of a least favorite number never really occurred to me—until now.
I am not a hater and a negative person, but I cannot deny how much 39 sucks.
Tuesday, October 12, 2010
Finck Unbound.
After so many months, nay, years, the true splendor of the Finck building emerges from its plywood sheathing for public perusal.
Wednesday, October 6, 2010
A Tree Grows in Brooklyn...
...and I'm stuck on 39(8/9). How I wish that I was in Brooklyn right now.
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