At the Everest Diner they figured, ‘why not?’ Greek diner in Chinatown. Greek dudes make the wraps, Chinese women serve up the plates. Fuck it.

Conspiracy theories abound in the pizza spot. Diebold voting machines and Hilary in ’08.
These brothers needed a relax, and we’re talking about thousand dollar sushi dinners and Jeb Bush. Name recognition. Yet another remix of ‘missing’ by everything but the girl plays on the radio. Shag tobacco is being rolled, ‘and if you think about it…’

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 put cocaine flecks in the guy’s inhaler.” I couldn’t figure out if this was the same, “Egyptian doctor who’s not licensed to practice medicine here,” or the guy who’s “in an insane asylum now.” etc. etc. etc.

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.