Monday, March 26, 2012


don't get the bastard wrong.

he likes his vacation and all.

but he goes home tomorrow and he can't wait to get back to his perch on the east river.

so he can drink whiskey.

and dream of magazines he could make.

lots to do.

fresh hell to have.

I'll take two helpings you dirty fucks.

thanks for playing.

—the bastard

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