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Feb. 23rd, 2030
Apr. 22nd, 2012
Mar. 15th, 2012
Anybody remember that show Fatal Attractions? You know that one where people let their pythons and jaguars sleep in bed with them and expect not to get eaten?
Mar. 5th, 2012
( Jims and Sarge )
Mar. 3rd, 2012
Mar. 1st, 2012
The Four Horsemen.
NYPL, first floor. Tomorrow night at 8.
Be there, or be drunk alone.
Don't know if I should still do this, but what the hell.
NYPL, first floor. Tomorrow night at 8.
Be there, or be drunk alone.
Feb. 27th, 2012
Alright kids. Hit me with your best names for an end of the world pub. I have a bottle of Macallan for the one who comes up with the winner. Aaaand, go.
Feb. 24th, 2012
So I found the bar I want to pick the bones of. Anybody still willing to put their skin on the line to gather some scraps and put together a relic of the glorious drunken past of our species? I am thinking tomorrow, if that works.
Feb. 20th, 2012
Feb. 19th, 2012
Feb. 18th, 2012
From Adelaide's diary.
Where the hell did this all come from? I don't even get this kind of optimism, when we're all just waiting to be extinct. And all the volunteering to help? Well let's just say that's different.
But hell, why not wait to be extinct in a bar with some god damned onion rings?
But hell, why not wait to be extinct in a bar with some god damned onion rings?
Drowning your sorrows in a designated space with other sad sacks used to be a staple in our society. Now look at us, squirreling it away and chugging it down in our bed rolls . Sure, you get the drunk, but what about the camaraderie? What about the bad music and the creepy dudes in the corner who make you feel better about yourself just by being there? What about the stumbling girls and the slimeballs who love them?
I miss bars.
Not to say I've got sorrows to drown, but it's the spectacle of it.
I miss bars.
Not to say I've got sorrows to drown, but it's the spectacle of it.
Feb. 16th, 2012
Anybody out there just love to teach so much that they want to take me on for some basic sniping? I'm not completely clueless so I'd make a decent student. Probably could work out some sort of trade depending what you're looking for.
Feb. 8th, 2012
We had planned on being in New York only a few days, but now it's likely to be longer if I can convince Cail... Or get him to go back without me... I'm feeling the need to find something to do to make myself useful. I can... cook, throw knives, sneak around like a pro, and play a mean boogie-woogie/honkey tonk piano. Anybody? I have to do something to keep away from you, James. Without actually leaving...
Feb. 3rd, 2012
Well, I suppose I don't have to hide from this thing anymore. Shit just got real.