It’s 104 degrees out today and the city is nothing but tit-sweat and ball-reek. Our minds are blasted blank. Our souls are the black flakes peeled off a charred wiener. Our bodies are damp bags of gross. Our feet are like some kind of goddamn barf apocalypse.
Hey it’s that blog I update semi-annually! I just dislocated my shoulder patting myself on the back!
Oh my God, I just reduced my parents to tears reading this aloud. Welcome back. Oh, it’s also a perfect 72 degrees here in the Adirondacks.
