March 2012
34 posts
February 2012
56 posts
My face hurts like it was punched by some bald dude in an Ed Hardy shirt. Maybe it’s because that’s exactly what just happened. Dude got beat down shortly after but I’m still in a fair amount of pain for having done nothing wrong. Only one thing will ease this anguish: grilled cheese!
- Vagrant: Excuse me young man could you spare a few dollars?
- Kiel: Depends, what are you gonna use it for? Food or booze?
- Vagrant: Probably booze I guess.
- Me: Good choice. Here you go.
Sure I’m single. But yikes, who wants to deal with all the stress of a Valentine’s Day date?! Give me a good book, some hot tea, a little light jazz on the radio, a comfy couch, maybe a few chamomile candles, a Meg Ryan movie on Netflix, my cat Whiskers on my lap, a foot jacuzzi, a neck pillow,…
I can now cross out “shoveling the sidewalk” on my list of possible hangover cures.
When I sat down at Lafayette Coney Island tonight I thought two things:
1. This is going to be delicious.
2. I’m not going to run into somebody that I don’t want to see and because I’m not going to run into her, she won’t sit down next to me.
Only one of my thoughts was correct (hint-my food was delicious).