The Fall

The failure of cell technology spelled sushi for one tonight. And while company would have been nice, the relative calm of my Hell’s Kitchen apartment is a welcome refuge. And that’s really all I need for tonight: refuge, rest, and maybe a bowl of ice cream. I’m not dealing with, say, Rwanda size discord. The…

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I am a shitwatcher. I watch shit. I promised Nick “The Reverend Nikoli Volkov” Dedering Smith that I’d title my blog “Shitwatcher” after snubbing his previous post suggestion on “CDs as semi-permenant plastic tatoos.” See, The Smith Family was packing up from yet another performance, this time at Two Boots in (surprise) Brooklyn, when Nick…

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