brooklyn: the joke that everyone’s in on but no one really seems to get.
spent last weekend with the usuals in bushwick, etc.
i was going through my ritual sunday ny bum-out session, which began on the floor of a very strange hotel room, when i arrived at chris’s [very cool] apartment in time to hear his metal band practice. predator raw [named after the portions of ’to catch a predator’ deemed too raw for tv, and thus exist in what might be the dingiest internet backwater ive ever encountered] lives up to its name.
it is a very surreal experience to nurse a hangover while reading a new yorker that tickles your hands it is vibrating so hard.
