crazytalk

I'm trying to make this more than a yearly ritual. I think I made it by a couple days. (it's a start)
A friend of mine has written a book and there's a small chapter in it about me. So as to not give me an ego, she has also written about a bunch of other guys. I was explaining this to someone the other night and as I was trying to recall the name she gave me to conceal my identity, this text correspondence ensued:


if you don't know anything about chinatown in NYC allow me to tell you about the ceramic people. They're little people much like gremlins, except they're made of ceramic, and instead of wreaking havoc, they fuck in tiny mass orgies in family establishments. I happened to be lucky enough to bear witness:


On an unrelated note, if the definition of the word "skeet" comes into dispute (as it did in a recent conversation I was part of), you can now rest easy:


Hail to the king baby.