...on the frigid

you see, the bastard is in a transitional phase in his life.

i'm moving across the river soon.

so i haven't been spending much of my time in queens. pretty much just to feed ivan and pack stuff.

so it was much to the bastard's surprise that on the coldest night of the season thus far, the heat goes out.

had to sleep in a wool hat and a fleece last night.

had to turn on the oven this morning to heat up the kitchen.

because i can be ghetto too. the bastard is so cold. better luck tonite.

-the bastard