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A black Friday with one white hot spot.

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Headlining Band: Nina, et al...

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Cover Star: DC
Headlining Band: Nina, on her birthday.

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February

There's a Foo Fighter's song with that in the title. And Julie London, Frankie Goes To Hollywood and Lou FUCKING Reed also did the same thing.

February. Cold here in NYC. It rains, it snows, it's warm-ish. NYC.

I had one of the worst self-inflicted days of my life yesterday. All of the "bad stuff" came crashing down on me around 12 noon. People, places, things, the IRS, money, neighborhood...

And on that - you know who my best friends are in my new neighborhood? George, the sandwich guy at the deli. I go in and I say, "George, make me something good." And he always does - he looks out for me. He makes me the good shit. Tonight, when I proposed that question to him, he said, "How about a salad?" And the fucked up thing is that on the way to the deli at 59th and 4th in fucking Brooklyn, I actually thought to myself that I needed a salad.

It gets better.

When George was making my salad, he said, "You know I love you. Don't tell your girlfriend." I smiled and said, "Our love is different, my friend." and he said, "Yeah..."

I love George too. Check him out if you ever get off at the R or N stop at 59th Street in Brooklyn. Sunset Park, ya'll...

And I know he's much more than a "Sandwich guy."

Anyway.

I've got tickets to see Dave Anthony and Greg Behrendt's first NYC show "Starfish Circus" - I'm a big fan of their podcast "Walking The Room" - it's really just two guys making each other laugh and, you know, when someone that you like laughs, you laugh too. Check them out.

It's at The Bell House in Brooklyn March 10th. It'll be hilarious.

So, I had one of the worst self-inflicted days of my life yesterday. All of the "bad stuff" came crashing down on me around 12 noon. People, places, things, the IRS, money, neighborhood...

And then I had dinner with my girl. At a place where I am loved. And it made everything better. Good people matter. Food works too. As do $4.00 margaritas.

This morning, I got up and tackled some of those demons that were weighing on me. And I did not kill them, but I kept them at bay.

Tomorrow's Friday and there's a great show with some of my favorite people in the world playing. I'll be there happy as shit and dressed to the 7's...

Happy birthday, Ms. Chou!

And, oh, here's a picture of a naked girl.

And, oh, Congress re: Reproductive Rights - fuck you.

Cover Star: Domo
Headlining Band: Foo Fighters

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Number Seventeen

Don't want to make the same mistake twice.

It's easy. It's hard. They all want you to stop. And you do too. Will you?

What's the next thing? I don't fucking know, what's you're next thing?

The ears are shot. The eyes are failing. The sense of smell is perfect. The taste is exquisite. The voice is all you've got.

I think a lot about mortality. I should think about something else whilst I have number eighteen.

RANT:
I work my knuckles, I work my feet. I think too much and I solve problems, albeit for everyone else. I'm good at that. I work and I sweat and I toss and turn for you. For me - well, I depend on me and I let myself down, although I am a survivor and I will not let you down. I will present myself absolute and beautiful, but unless you ask me, you will never know that I am flawed, jaded and angry. Angry? At what? You know, the same shit you are angry about - life. To be alive and be able to type. What do I want?

Yeah, what do I want?

Yeah, what?

Yeah.

Cover Star: ...
Headlining Band: Dead Elliott

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