BAW HAW HAW HAW HAW. . . . . . . !

gawd damn funny . . . . .

nuff said.

peace out! --N.

You wanna suck on my what?

"I want to suck on your crucifix. . . . . again". . . . . that is what she said to me.

Now, I have heard a few things in my day.

And we all agree that during the heat of passion. . . . well,. . . . . even I am guilty of saying “stuff”. . . . Unspeakable “stuff” when in polite company but I aint never heard that one before.

I want to suck on your crucifix . . . . . "O’kay!".

Alright . . .we now return you to regularly scheduled whatever it is you do. . .

Peace –N.

Haircut

Haircut

Got one, short too. (Will post a photo at some point check back)

Been eating well. Sleeping surprisingly well. And. . . . While I find myself in an unexpected place, I am in a word. . . . Happy.

I missed my city. I have been enjoying her again nightly. Doing what I love to do. Perfect summer evenings walking all over The Village & Union Square. Eating out.

Athena has been seeing a lot of road time too. We have a few long trips in the works before the September classes begin . . . yes going back to school too.

Did not even know I missed me.

Peace, love & respect. –N.

oh yeah?!?

Bitch . . . . bitch . . . . . bitch.

Moan. . . . moan . . . . . moan.

Poor me. Poor, poor me.

Tired . . . (yawn)

F-in Thursdayz Suck. . . . . . they really do.

That just about covers it.

Peace –N.

“Moist”. . . .

“Moist”. . . .

Remember that word. . . ? I mean when we were in Jr High we’d use it to descried something not cool. . . like, you see that guy? Man he’s moist.

Or “Massive”

The opposite of “moist”. . . . Dude my new bike is “massive”

Then there’s “Word” I still use this one today. . . . It means to agree. . . . Beastie Boys rock! . . . “WORD”!

I wuz in a high school assembly. I wuz NOT paying attention (imagine?) and I remember the Dean getting up there and shouting at the auditorium full of NYC High Schoolers. . . . We were all a bunch of graffiti artist back then breaking into the train yards after hours to “tag” up the cars.

So the Dean is bitchin' and then the room goes quiet and some faceless voice from wayyyy in the back just says. . . . . “Word. . . .”

I think milk shot out of everyone’s nose at that point.

Oh yeah. . .the “mullet” if you still have hockey hair you are one sad Mo-Fo and do not deserve to get laid ever, ever, ever again.

Cause Hockey Hair is Moist my friends.

Peace –N.

the house that Ruth built. . . . .

On the left is the new Yankee stadium still being built. . .on the right is the old stadium that I have attended countless games in over my lifetime. . . .

My boys & I drive past the stadium each weekend and we have watched the new home of the Yankees being built from an empty lot to the near completed and what is being billed as the most luxurious ball park in the world. . . . (Screw you, NYC rocks!)

The photo was taken out of the back seat of my truck doing about 60mph by my youngest son. We are on the other side of the Harlem River heading north to the GWB.

A ride we take every weekend as we drive back to their mothers in (cough) New Jersey (sneeze, wheeze, gasp) I’m ok. . . . really.

The Mets are having a new stadium being built too this year. Both teams will be playing in their new homes next season.

My crew & I are looking forward to out last games ever in both parks & our first ever visit to the new diamonds too.

“Let’s play ball! . . .”

Peace out, free Tibet!

Fu¢kin' Grey Hair!

grumble grumble b!tch b!tch

that iz all. . . . . . .