I threw a party at my Chicago apartment once. It was sorta a going away bash, before shit hit the fan and I lost the girl, job and apartment. I made an invitation for the party and I was drunk when I wrote it. It turned out it was kind of a hit with some of the guests. Two gals said the posted it on their refrigerator. I’ll explain the title at the end. VCN RASTA PARTY SHIT HAPPENS this Saturday. On this date you will come to this address: 0000 W. Medill Apt. B, as in the garden apt. for you fuckers who may not know. Bring whatever the #!!#$@!! you want, just as long as it’s not one of those asshole kids.…
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Like I promised…inspired by Anna Kendrick’s “touch” scenes from 50/50. Those little scenes resonated with me…I’m posting a few personal experiences of “the touch.” It’s a rare time you’ll see something semi-sweet here. Angela’s her name – I’ve mentioned her before. We dated briefly but mostly she was the “I’ll always be your friend” type. Once we were going on break together and I was complaining of a cold or something, or having a sickness and swollen glands. Angela started touching around my neck to see. I quite enjoyed it so like the Indiana Jones/Marian boat scene in “Raiders” I told her to check “here, or there…maybe here” on my neck. It made me feel better. Another Angela highlight: in the back office, when…
Have you arrived in Indianapolis for the Super Bowl yet? Gotten drunk in Broad Ripple? Shaked your arse at the Wild Beaver? You ain’t going to St. Elmo…from what I hear the NFL has taken over reservations for that shit the next four days. Can’t get Jimmy Fallon tix? Too fat to try that zipline thingy? Drive your arse a few hours north and visit Northwest Indiana. Spend an hour, half a day, stay overnight. Here’s a few places worth checking out. Stop by in Merrillville and check out the coolest liquor store sign you’ll see this side of the Mississippi. Stop in and buy a six-pack for the road back to Indy. The dude working there, who looks like the lead singer from…
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