What sammy said last night

I need to record this fool, kinda like my Native-Black-Polack-Commie homeboy Charlie. Last night Sammy came back from the mini mart and said: “dude, mini-marts are like bugzappers for lunatics. And in our neighborhood, there be lotsa lunatics.” its true. If you hang out all day at the minimarts you’ll see people surviving/thriving offa deep […]

Broke Fat White People

Last night I was minding my own business at my man Q’s house in the Pearl District when I get drunk-dialed by Sammy’s ass. He came to pick me up in the broken down Daewoo that he be driving these days, half in the bag, and demanded I take him to several seedy, dark, smelly […]