All Quiet On The Western Front

It's been a while since the blog has been updated, so here's a requisite entry. Another sun sets on our beloved city of NYC, and all is right with the world as far as our vengeful God allows. Hey God, chill the fuck out, k? I'm off the wagon by the way, off the wagon HARD. So where are my peeps? Here's an official shout out to my boys FordhamBatman and IToTheC and my girl Brandine:

YO, WHERE YOU AT?

I  will NOT be satisfied until we have a Beastie Boys' Sabotage-esque roll-call, complete with aviator sunglasses, short sleeve shirts with ties, shaggy-wigs and Magnum PI mustaches (Dibs on Cochise!).

O casual alcoholism, how did you suddenly transform into RAGING ALCOHOLISM?