only thing that bums me out about all the yards is that it never occured to me to take pictures. third street is no longer the playground it once was, but theres still a handfull of places to go paint in the daytime.
i tried to stop for 40 days. that was my goal. needless to say it was chill for the first two weeks. no problem what so ever. but then around day 25-26 i gave in. i felt guilty at first. but then realized what an accomplishment it was going 25 days without it all.
and btw. living with a girl and messin with porn can be risky business. be careful gentlemen. blame everything on your best friend if caught. generally works like a charm.
setup and kr are two NYers who killed my city. no one bitched and complained and instead encouraged em to do more. in the end, we were all better for it.
whaaaaat? where you live at? 6am bar ftw where i live.. but naw yea i do feel like a scumbag the few times ive gone. you can only watch so many delivery truck drivers take shots before their shifts/old men drinking beers while reading the paper/coke feinds trying to keep the party going while the sun has been up before you wonder what the fuck is going on in this world.