Hi Kids,
Sometimes you can't escape.
Compliments of The Cult of Cheryl, witness three fifths of Mother Feather in "You're welcome, your next lesson is on February 13th!"
Featuring...
ACO. Our fearless leader.
Chrisso.
And meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.
Apparently the blood tastes like peppermint.
I just hope it comes outta my suit.
In other news, I had a wonderful brunch today here in Brooklyn. If I could remember the name of the restaurant, I'd give you a link. It's somewhere near Grand St. and Manhattan Ave. in BBurg. I think. The brick oven pizza with eggs however did it's part in sustaining Brooklyn's reputation for surprisingly good brunch spots.
Finally, I'm forced to remove myself from a most excellent afternoon spent reading the letters to and fro of Jefferson and Adams in order to fulfill my end of a curious blackmail scheme...
The Casey Shea band serves up another colossal meltdown tonight at The Living Room here in fiscally sound NYC. We start at 9pm. Directly following us will be the decidedly underwhelming band NickCasey.
M
P.S. Brunch also featured a fierce debate over the merits of Avatar.
P.P.S. I won.
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