Carlos Zephyrson (Or How Rock and Roll Survived The Apocalypse) Chapter Two Zephyros Returns (Click here to start at Chapter One) The doc leaves me alone in that cold-ass room in that damn ridiculous dress. Strange lights are hummin’ in the ceiling and the faucet’s drippin’. I hear people
Some of you will instinctively reject my premise and probably me, personally, for being enough of an asshole to express it. But I must say it. In my estimation, the most ethical thing you can do when holding a piece of your personal trash is to simply relax your grip.
If you’re monitoring your grocery bills as closely as I am (ok, I admit it, I have no idea how to do this), you probably feel the same sense of pain when you’re forced to throw away a bag of spinach that’s turned brown or a pack of blueberries that mysteriously turned fuzzy. The
It’s Wednesday and you need something to do. You could go drink dollar beers at Turtle Bay and possibly get an STD… OR you could do something good like help out with Recycle-A-Bicycle. Recycle-A-Bicycle is a community based bike shop that benefits NYC youth. On average RAB salvages 1,200 bikes
After 27+ years of experimentation, I have recently concluded that I am a jack of all trades, master of none. Unfortunately this has left me with an enormous array of “things I thought I was finally going to be the master of but nope… nope, not so great at that