Me first mentality out here. The boulevard is basically a drag racing strip for dumbasses. But someone is in first place every stop light. And then they’re off!

Where’s that?

A friend and I came across one early morning commute in bk. We both knew not to take the bait but he was too curious. He went in real quick and came flying back out. He didn’t want to talk about it but we were laughing. Never take the bait

Luxury mac

In high school we played for money and as a sort of drinking game. One of our larger friends was eating out of a box of Cookie Crisp cereal and also somehow winning. Nobody really considered it was weird for him to eat a box of cereal since he was really getting into his groove as big fat party animal. But when he went to the bathroom, someone took his cereal box out of frustration and maybe because he was hungry too and lo and fucking behold a stash of monopoly cash in there. He had brought extra bills from his house, stashed them in the cereal box and was cheating us. Needless to say, we beat the crap out of him. But it wasn’t that gruesome. He was really a big fat party animal so it was like kids harassing a bear. He took his lumps, cursed us to eternity for destroying his box of cereal and we all went back to underage drinking and gambling. Best monopoly day ever.

Is there a Ralph’s around here?!

BK to JC. Moved into a house instead of the largest apartment my friends had ever seen, which was a 1.5 bedroom garden apartment. Basically the basement of a brownstone with the rich dummy owners living on the top 3 floors. Every time and any time I walked out of my door, I had people moving with me in the same direction. I slow down, there’s more people. I speed up, same thing. It got the best of me. I don’t miss it. I enjoyed waking everywhere and the subway but I learned I am very content in my own home, with my own family and with multiple closets. That to me, is luxurious