Color My Missives

Commissioners of cool, and far-ranging political debate. these gents hold court in dc bars and on paper too. Peep pacyniak.com for the work.

Michael’s box of (count ‘em) 5000 business cards on a table in a midtown McDonald’s.
McD’s: Give us your poor, your downtrodden, your unemployed. Especially your unemployed. In these halls we will serve them coffee and filet-o-fish.
From the conversation just beyond the box:
“have you ever had sex with someone while they’re having a seizure?” “the doctor [...]

Cats making it happen. I overheard the phrase ‘white boy shuffle’ from a couple of dancing atendees. Party now, party always, I say.

This bad boy walks the streets from time to time keeping the evildoers in check. Right now, a gentleman in an electric yellow t-shirt prepares him for those duties.

Breathing in ideas with the Arch-man. The place is called bodegas on Fulton st. They serve one hell of a breakfast, and plenty of atmosphere later in the day. We were entreated to the sounds of a soukous band called Franco to go along with appetizers and fresh-cut french fries