I just got back into town yesterday after a wedding/vacation week, the first time I have left NYC in over a year. It was great and it was sorely needed and I must say I clean up pretty good for a scumbag. It was my best friend James and his long time girl friend Angela's wedding down at Dewey Beach in Delaware. It was tons of fun and a long time coming, I got to be best man and had to give a toast and everything. After the wedding it was party time going to bars, amusement parks, bars, beaches, putt-putt golf, go-cart racing and of course some drinking and did I mention we had some drinks. It is nice to be back, but it felt much better to leave. Dewey Beach on the weekends is filled with a lot of jock douchebags but what's new, on the weekdays it is a pretty awesome place. I am pretty used to it though since every weekend starting Thursday night I am surrounded by douchebags. Well, all in all a great week. And again congrats James and Angela.

back in the day

Ray would give me frosty crumb cakes. They tasted good, one day old but still fine. My only job was to play defense. We had to keep Hot Dog away, she messed up business always. I loved her though she was my favorite. We had nothing against her she just liked to drink, but we wanted some frosty crumb cakes. Even though they were one day old they still tasted so sweet. We had a job and there was no way around it. It was us or her and she had spirits on her side "Thunderbird" and "Mad Dog 20-20" and all we had was the last of our "Midnight Dragon" to keep us going, but it had to be enough. We had a job to do and we did it well or we thought we did or knew how to, but shit Hot Dog is a tough mother. So this is the story of how Marlene aka Hot Dog kicked our ass. It is not pretty but it is true...