Bikers piss me off.  Not all bikers of course, but the smug, self-satisfied bikers that seem to take over the city streets, going against traffic when they feel like it, sneering at drivers and pedestrians alike and wearing their “One Less Car”  T-shirts with an air of pomposity usually reserved

This post is for the truly Broke-Ass.  The ones who are broke because they have no income, and have no income because they have no job.  You’ve felt alone, lo these many nights. Sending resume after cover letter after desperate plea into the cyber-abyss of Craigslist, monster.com and idealist.org. and

“No more wire hangers!!” Whether you’ve seen it a dozen or not at all, Pabst Blue Ribbon’s  sponsored “Monday Movie Madness” may be the best opportunity ever to watch Faye Dunaway’s Joan Crawford in Frank Perry’s Mommie Dearest.  Starting at 8 PM at the redundantly named Lounge Bar on Bowery,

Last night was supposed to be low key and chill.  I was going to be home by 1 and in bed shortly thereafter if all went according to plan. Alas the best of intentions came to nothing and I didn’t get to bed until shortly after 4. My dreams of

Yesterday’s unexpected turn from the 20th gray, rainy miserable day in a row to sunny and lovely late spring afternoon evening restored my faith in God and humanity.  Too bad it didn’t last. We’re back to gray and lame again today, but it’s not raining yet, so at least we

  A penny saved is a beer undrunk tonight, which misleadingly paints Ben Franklin in the ugly light of  the big sopping wet blanket.  Too bad he is a huge baller, rocking hard-partying synapses to come up with incredible discoveries and inventions like the Franklin Stove, which doubled heat output

I woke up hella early today because I’m house sitting and the cats are unbearable.  Not only do I need to give the 16 year old sack of bones a 50 ml IV drip of saline solution daily, but I also need to wipe her post-shit ass to prevent skidmarks