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intellectual, 1998, artisan entertainment, confession, commentary, relationship, skins, sales, dark comedy, boobies, gardolins, online art, lanny flaherty, arabian, 1982 in sports, octavio gómez, mike, eileen nicholas, crash(full screen edition),
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(Scanners don’t pick up iridescent fabric very well.) EMINEMASTERPIECE! paul sorvino I knew this guy? We worked together. He was the dishpig at this kind of upscale-but-still-keepin-it-real paul sorvino restaurant I worked at, Yellowbellies. You guys remember it? More of a breakfast place. Closed a couple of years ago, more or less imploded because the owner paul sorvino couldn’t keep his dick in his pants. But anyway, this guy, the dishpig. His term, not mine. He was a punk rocker guy, real into music and shit, every time I’d mention a band he’d just smile. Kind of a smirk, really. But then he’d feel bad about being such a snob and it would kind of dissolve and he’d turn on the hot water hose and then ask me a normal question about the band. Like, I was totally into Eminem, that first album, but all he had heard was the single?
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