Call me the hunter...
For those who don't know I've decided to hop into the wayback machine and show how manly I am by growin' some porkchop sideburns.
What I've decided is that, depending on my clothes I'm either some bbbaaaaddddaaasss dude from the 70's (it's the leather coat), Captain Ahab or Sebastian Cole as seen here. Although I think I need to have more manly fists. Plus start up (again) another Hellfire club.
Pictures shall soon be available.
Things to note when wandering around Manhattan / NYC:
+ Every black spot on the ground is someone's old gum. And there's a lot of old gum around.
+ People spit like their saliva was acid. It's become sort of an obsession to see how many folks want to deposit their mouth liquids in as many places as possible.
+ The remarkable notion that the moustache seems to be a Midwest deal. Before I moved I started to notice how many guys (and some gals) had the Midwest 'stache. Thankfully people out here lost that urge for a cookie duster.
+ What happened to all of the C.H.U.D.??? Haven't seen any, just a bunch of talking rats.
Do yourself a favor and read the Grant Morrison interview...then go buy his book The Filth. Locals can sweet talk me (or buy me ice cream) and borrow my copy.
For those who don't know I've decided to hop into the wayback machine and show how manly I am by growin' some porkchop sideburns.
What I've decided is that, depending on my clothes I'm either some bbbaaaaddddaaasss dude from the 70's (it's the leather coat), Captain Ahab or Sebastian Cole as seen here. Although I think I need to have more manly fists. Plus start up (again) another Hellfire club.
Pictures shall soon be available.
Things to note when wandering around Manhattan / NYC:
+ Every black spot on the ground is someone's old gum. And there's a lot of old gum around.
+ People spit like their saliva was acid. It's become sort of an obsession to see how many folks want to deposit their mouth liquids in as many places as possible.
+ The remarkable notion that the moustache seems to be a Midwest deal. Before I moved I started to notice how many guys (and some gals) had the Midwest 'stache. Thankfully people out here lost that urge for a cookie duster.
+ What happened to all of the C.H.U.D.??? Haven't seen any, just a bunch of talking rats.
Do yourself a favor and read the Grant Morrison interview...then go buy his book The Filth. Locals can sweet talk me (or buy me ice cream) and borrow my copy.
I don't understand the fascination, but hey, whatever.
But porkchop sideburns? Oh, hell yeah.
You may have talking rats, but we have dog eating cockroaches 'round here. At least they can't fly like they do in Houston.
Sure, I'll take care of your neighbors for you. I'll bring 'the Enforcer,' my child-size wooden Louisville slugger. Just the right length and weight for busting kneecaps!