WHAT HOT WATER?

TEMPORARY TERMINATION.

Sorry for the lagging. I've been out of internet since the 14th. Using the internet in Fedex/Kinkos. What a mess. Out to Bulgaria tomorrow and I hope to share some stories with you while I'm out there.

THREE CHEERS.

Damn. Someone finally put it up and I caught it with 74 views.
"Oh what a sap!"
There's also a Pipers at the Gates of Dawny version out there with 57 views but that was some Kiebler elf under the tree shit.

"BUT I THOUGHT IT WAS... DIDN'T YOU CHECK THE CALENDAR?"

Sorry, no glitz or glam. No cute girl eating a bag of Doritos on the street with a miniskirt. No nightlife spot. Nothing to bring about three cheers. No hidden agenda to the mind of only a few. Just another dust-gathering photograph important to those that press down buttons for extended periods of time.

BUT HAVE YOU EVER SEEN PRINCE...LIKE THIS?

My brother Brendan showed me this video. Too priceless. Whatever prince is on it scared the shit out of James Brown.

PRAISE THE BRAISE.

You don't order a braised lamb shank and share it with multiple people and cut it with a knife. You order one for yourself, pick it up with your hands and commit to that fact that it'd be messier to put it down than to just finish it. 2011, a great year to be thankful that you have legs and a roof over your head. Stop complaining.

THE ACCIDENTAL DESTRUCTION OF A PRISTINE 1984 BROUGHAM.

After all the donuts into curbs, the alleys and garbage cans, the front lawns, the bushes, the stop signs, the etceteras... It was time to get a bit of sleep before the noon game at Soldier Field.
We were flying down the expressway, snow still coming down, running late and a woman pulls up next to us and motions with her arm to bring the window down. Driving parallel through the assault of snow I screamed out, "Yeah?"
"Your back tire is really wobbly."
"Oh...Ok...Thanks..."
I rolled my window back up and continued being way too overexcited that they were playing Material Issue on the radio.
She pulled up again, motioning again, "Both back tires..." And then she screamed as hard as she could, "Really BAD!"
We got off at the next exit and took side streets all the way to the game.
The next day we found out from the Mechanic that Tony's whip had two broken axles in the back, both sides. It was going to cost more to fix it than it was to buy the damn thing so he had no choice and sold it for 300$ flat.
Bummer.