June 2, 2011
First off, apologies to Al for this, but sometimes you just gotta do what you gotta do.
Okay I worked kicked my ass all day and all of the night to quote Ray Davies. Everything was a rush, and not a good kind of a rush like after you’ve huffed a whole can of spray paint either. I could go on, but I just don’t want to. There’s only one place I want to go...
And it's off we go. Today and tonight was an eleven hour packed day of pure stress and it's hard to put one foot in front of the other.
And here we are at the Mothership that houses my Fortress of Solitude...whatever that means.
At least people are standing still on the escalator. On a night like this you savor any moment that somehow goes your way.
Huh, the Duane Reade. Let's see if they've gotten any better cards in here, the last one's I saw were pretty nasty!
These cards in here are harsh! Someone should write a letter to the manager! Sheesh!
Aaahhh! The Fortress of Solitude! I see a familiar face...
And he's got a dog and a giganzo Budweiser waiting for me! I love it in here!
My table awaits...
Gumby's settled in...
Time to relax. Maybe I'll draw a few cartoons while I'm here. Let me get some napkins.
You can't see it, but there were folds in the napkins and they were really flimsy, not a good canvas at all! What a horrible night!
Oh well, fuck it, I'm on to beer number two.
Further reading: Monster, New York Lottery, Smoking Hot Waitress.
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Rush
The factory’s got a good medical plan,
And cousin I’m a union man.
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