I have a twitter account. It's kevinjoy5.

   The power sprayer got away from me today. Then, pulling back the mammoth extension cord, I knocked over a half full 5 gallon bucket of white  paint. Fortunately, the sidewalk is all busted up there. Then, tonight, I found a half full 5 gallon bucket of white paint. Sometimes life has a way of working out. Like how I also had to take a shit in ( Read more... )

I was riding my bike down Woodward and saw a car wash with a sign that read "Are you getting enough out of life?". Then, a few days later I saw a church with a sign that read "God's last name is not 'damn'".  What's this world coming to when car washes have more insightful signs than churches? (God's full last name, by the way, is "Fuckingdamnit". 

Anybody want to buy a vintage Wendy's table? (The kind with the old newspaper ads?)

I swore off LJ forever quite a while back but, nevertheless, since it is 8 in the goddamned morning and I still can't get to sleep thanks to the acid lauren convinced me to take last night, I would like to take this opportunity to announce a cinco de mayo party on that very date at my digs on the fifth floor of the ramada. (We're very much into the ( Read more... )

The last time a herd of boneheaded Juggalos assembled at the hotel they stole a blue dummy and a wheelchair from the hallway outside my crib. I looked all over the damn building but only recovered the wheelchair ( Read more... )

Regarding that ugly melee between members of the Indiana Pacers and fans at Friday night's Pistons game: I've never seen fans behave in such a way at any sporting event here in Detroit. Those folks out in Auburn Hills just don't know how to act! That's just one of the reasons I prefer to stay on this side of 8 Mile.

The legendary Nathaniel Mayer and the Fabulous Shanks are playing at the Belmont on Friday November 19th! If you're always saying you're going to gee see Nate and never do, or if you're a chick named Lexy whom Nay Dog always requests to see, go check that shit out!

If a tree falls in Live Journal and nobody posts a comment does it really happen?

I saw Larry, the dreadlocked, funky-dressing, bucket-playing junk seller, most often seen at Willis & Cass or in front of the Majestic Complex, at the Taco Bell inside the Wayne Mistake Stupid Center yesterday. He strode up, wearing a straw Coolie Man hat, and gave me a big hug. He was loud and acting erratically, like he was cracked-out. Looking ( Read more... )