Freelance, Ugandan-born writer living in Brooklyn. Contributing writer at Kenneth Cole's AWEARNESS blog, edits the Corsair blog -- 5 years old.
On The Letter
great piece. Renata Adler also wrote a wonderfully self indulgent book on this subject. I think I like this take better.
bodega cats = ratslayers
when you started going on about crippling addiction my mind was all blahblahblahbalk and then I got all powerful thirsty and grabed myself a brew and *urp* turned on Father John Misty's fucking amazing Hollywood Forever Cemetery Sings and thought in what can nly be properly construed as a drunken stupor about how Aubrey Plaza in the video looks so absolutely --- man, I could use some Rye
so, in fine: Kenny Powers = Booger Sugar
This is like a postmodern PSA on dealing with the po-po.
And the moral of the story, kids? #dontpanic
fuck to forget *pffffft* been there ....
@Trilby I had mock apple pie made from Ritz crackers. The damn thing was uncanny
This blog post is harshing on my wide-eyed tumblr idealism!
whatever happened with the blacksmith?