So somebody saw some random chemicals in a box with a can of paint and decided to call 911. The thing is when you call the fire department in this city, they bring EVERYONE. You can't really tell from the picture but there was like 6 or 7 fire trucks here, all for what? Well it turned out it was just film developing chemicals. A neighbor told this to the cops when they arrived and was harassed and told by midget cop that he'd put his foot up his ass. Nice.
You know Goodbye Blue Mondays? No? It's a neat little bar/cafe tucked away on busy Broadway. Besides being an ode to ol' Kurt Vonnegut they have tall boys of PBR and live shows. Last night these blokes from the south called "Listener" played there, and they're fucking awesome. Besides having a raging singer/poet as a front man they have another guy who plays the washing machine. Check them out here.
Ever wonder what happens with that grass the trooper took from you? Well, now you know, and knowing is half the battle.
Hidden away in our little neighborhood is a yard in which something is being constructed. The question is, what?
alive or dead?
Note: This is in no way product placement for Air Jordans. We endorse neither Nike inc. nor dead homeless people.
This guy is a personal friend of mine and I swore I would do everything in my power to help him. This child is a real handful and he desperately needs help. Since he posted this video of desperation he's had over 60,000 views, numerous responses, and it's even been shown on television in Germany and Sweden. Alas, to no avail, this single dad has asked for help from TheBushwickDream.net If you're out there and see this, do the right thing.
So I'm at work and I am about to go into the office, when something catches my eye. Semi-naked women. One of the guys at work left these on the prep table. All these two cards say is "delivery". Delivering what you ask? I have a sneaking suspicion that these "business cards" may or may not be selling sex. Hookers to be more specific. Either that or sexy women in bikini's deliver food or maybe weed. I don't want to get anyone in trouble so I have taken the justice of deleting some numbers.
Misinformation is flooding the veins of this country. A juggernaut propaganda machine is in place and peoples patriotism is the fuel for a nonsensical fight. Be afraid.
Just watch. I dare you to not laugh. Or cry. Either way, this is.....is.....well.....it's something.
So you have some spare paint in a can in the corner. It has been there for a while and you have been meaning to use it. Pick it up, pop off the top, and pour its contents in the street. Go wild. Make a mess. Liven things up a bit. As example, here is maybe half a can of pink that has been artfully spread on Jefferson St between Irving and Knickerbocker, possibly signed Jay.