Monthly Archives: August 2005

Hot Tennis Bodies and Ann Coulter Put in the Trash

You’re all feel free to check out

Live from NY it’s Sunday night.

Hea­ding out to meet some friends soon, in the Village, it is so good to be here. We are going to stay for some US Open action tomo­rrow early, as that young Spa­nish boy is hot, a little too young for me but hot. (HERE’S LOOKING AT YOU KID)
Something I saw while scro­lling

Just a Song Before I Go, to Whom it May Concern

I am taking off tomo­rrow after­noon for another cou­ple of days, back to NY; if I’m on it will be as a voyeur, which I’m good at, and a com­men­ter.
My father was bit­ten by what they think was a veno­mous spi­der of some kind, (deba­ta­ble but not neces­sa­rily, and accor­ding to the New England jour­nal

The Summer is Indeed Slip Sliding Away

Everything is pretty messy right now it appears that as the sum­mer comes to a close I feel a noose or maybe a silk tie, as I like them bet­ter, is tigh­te­ning around my neck.
I’m not sure why I feel this way because I’m happy about moving back to the city and get­ting out of