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| charlie croker, and letters, richard bright, derek, bad, don cheadle, adrenalin, jarule real name, john terry, directors, avery brooks, turkey, tony soprano, list of themes, welker white, handsome rob, action / adventure, saudi arabian, vampire pictures, and entertainment. beats, frank adonis, weblog, | At one point, he even started running around in circles. People around him thought he was nuts. Every time someone came near him, he'd run over to them to ask whether they could see the dot too and then I'd turn the laser pointer off. In my state of bemusement, this actually kept me entertained for over an hour. Sorry, crazy dude! Back in college, I used to wake up early on football game days each Saturday and sell daily parking spaces for $15.00 to Saab-driving, polo-shirt-wearing gothic pics SF Judds. The only gothic pics problem? Those parking spaces weren't mine. They were my neighbors. Growing up, I used to tell MetroBro that he was adopted and that our family found him underneath the George Washington Bridge. In high school, there was a group of older guys who graduated several years above me that obnoxiously referred to themselves as the "Group of 6." |
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| Once, after a woman I know turkey pissed me off, I exacted revenge by filling out over 100 subscription cards to various magazines in her name and checking the box that said "Bill Me Later." On turkey the one hand, I do have a bit of remorse at having overreacted. But on the other hand, I wish I could have seen the lady's face when she started receiving issues of "Juggs," "Rough Rider," and "Cat Aficionado" turkey in her mailbox. About 10 years ago when I was so broke I couldn't even afford the hole out of a donut, I used to wake up early on Sunday mornings to steal my neighbor's New York Times. Regrettably, this is one of the things that I feel guiltiest about. Talk about fucking up somebody's Sunday. What an asshole I was! I once smoked a joint in my apartment up on the 16th floor and, for kicks, shined a tiny laser pointer onto the neighborhood crazy guy down below on the street. He started freaking out, trying to brush the little red dot off himself. |
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