improving

People tell me I live in a bad neighborhood. One of the ladies I used to work with went so far as to call it a "ghetto". I don't know. It has it's conveniences. Like: I live halfway between a bodega and a crack house. Unfortunately, the whorehouse down the street had to close, you know, recession and all. Also, there are more resident landscapers per mile than the entire United States (or Central America). And during hurricane Irene I never lost power or cable. Someone was murdered on the next block and his house was burned down, but hey, the previous murder was across the street. So I guess the neighborhood's improving.

baby

There is nothing in this world more delicious than dead animal, except maybe dead BABY animal.

change

I just read that some company bought the rights to one of the favorite films of my childhood and is going to change it into a Mexican porno about anal sex. It's called: Chitty Chitty Bang Bang.

beans

Just got back from a wonderful night of classical guitar that even included a little Gershwin. Except, there was one guitarist who... hmmm, how do I put this? I've got it. Hanibal Lecter would have served his liver with some fava beans and a nice chianti.