vim

I was reminded yesterday, of my old friend and highschool roommate, Mark. He used to sun-dry his Copenhagen. Then, he would re-moisten it with Gentleman Jack, and grind up a small piece of brown beer bottle glass and sprinkle it in with the dip....He also used to catch any moths that were flyin around, bring them back to our room, and tack them to the wall while still alive. The 200 or so moths he finally had tacked up there formed this huge upside-down moth-cross. It was fucking gnarly. I tell you what...boarding school breeds some tough-ass mother fuckers. I sure miss that sexy bitch.

oh, and if you live in New York City, lock up your wives, daughters, vodka, and caviar...cuz i'm taking over that fuckin' town 'til Sunday.