Even going on estimates with Pete beats spending all day in my little room. As does cleaning out containers.
For sale. Contents of two containers. About 1000 LP albums. Inquire Within.
This will be the new default image for Benevolence Reloaded
Every now and then, I escape back to the city where I belong.
Instead of being the train home to Brooklyn, now it’s the train to the city.
The number of drunks and bums Father Frank’s homeless shelter attracts to the area seems to have steadily risen over time. Now they’re passed out all over the train station day and night.
I prefer this city greeting to the drunks sprawled out on the platform in Port Jeff
Hello ESB, my old friend. I’ve come to talk with you again.
The Endless March of the Yellow Cabs
It is now safe to walk uphill.