Bartender. I don’t get a lunch break so I just drink on the clock.

Props to the couple making out in the back

After hurricane Maria devastated Puerto Rico a friend posted on social media asking if anyone could house his friend from San Juan. I was living in a house Brooklyn and I volunteered. His name was Robert and he was a really great dude. I really enjoyed hanging out with while he stayed. I told him he could stay as long as he wanted. He was such a boss that he had a chef job and his own New York apartment within two weeks.

I would eat this whole thing if it would undo feeling like absolute garbage when I’m done.

My mom’s sister was the fun aunt. She told me all about how great LSD was when I was, like, ten. Then the mental health issues took hold and for years she’s been in government housing on disability, afraid to leave her apartment. I’ll probably never see her again.

Louisiana in the 1990s and it’s still a thing.

Lundi Gras is the day before Mardi Gras. These cybertrucks were hired as escorts for the floats in this particular parade. The crowd was not impressed.

Captain Fabuloso

I mean, if you want to do that at the salad bar I’m not gonna stop you but others might not be as forgiving.

Proper decorum would require ladling it into a pitcher for the whole table then drinking it from red plastic cups.

I’m sure some would find it useful as a delivery method for ranch dressing.

The stained glass lamp shades. The red booths. Beer for dad.

The first salad bar I ever saw was at a dine-in Pizza Hut.

Jerry Seinfeld’s apartment seemed close to right although we never saw the bedroom.

Pinball and bumper pool? Sign me up.

Stevie Martin. She has a bunch of great content.

You know things are fucked when Walmart is the more ethical alternative.

“Only second chance I know is the chance to make the same mistake twice.”

-Davd Mamet

New Orleans is filled with old homes built with old growth lumber from barges of goods sent down the Mississippi river.

I mean, Bannon was never really trying to hide it.

I typically think Megadeth is lame but I sincerely think Rust in Peace is one of the best thrash albums ever made.

“Goddamnit, it’s always fucking something…”

I’ll get it on my forehead so I can bang it against the wall.