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She told me she had been eating Greek food all week in New York, and the plates I made were the best so far. She was just buttering me up. I'm not even Greek.
We stuffed the bike into the back of the car and sailed down Main Street, through the center of the city, into its guts, and made our way to the heart. My apartment is located in the left ventricle, upper apt.
We freshened up, drank beers, arranged bags, warded off pit bulls, and responded to a text from taco night before heading to the bar. I meant to lead the way down the city's greatest bar corridor building-by-building, but we found a good spot at the first bar and hung out til it wud'n good no more. I think Ivy beat me at darts, but I honestly can't remember for sure.
This picture was taken at the bar. You see, up until this point, she didn't believe me when I said that I add special chemicals to my cigarettes to make them glow with unnatural colors, and that I routinely wear lipsticks specifically chosen to match the cigarette color of the week. Well now we have proof. Also please note that !!SWIPPYSTAR!! was not added to the image afterward; he actually follows me around everywhere I go (and loves having his picture taken).
There's a funny story behind this picture:
So I had Ivy lined up in the shot, right, everything's going smooth, when unbeknownst to me a full-fledged SIBERIAN FUCKING TIGER saunters soundlessly into the bar and creeps up right behind me. Ivy totally keeps her cool and continues posing for shots while this monster crouches and prepares to pounce, my turned back in his crosshairs. At the critical moment Ivy springs into action!
I hear a yelp as the animal attempts to retreat, colliding with the bar itself and maiming several patrons. How many fucking times in your life do you turn around and see something like that? I was scared shitless, but that wasn't the half of it. I probably put the camera down a little too roughly on the table, and watched Ivy pick up her beer. She quickly chugged the last of it before squaring her shoulders, taking a sharp breath in, and whipping the bottle end-over-end, lodging the stem in the beast's eye. It was the most amazing thing I had ever seen.
I dunno. After that, I kinda remember a bunch of weird people showing up, and one of them thought we should think he was cool or something. I'd get at Ivy for the full story on that. I filled up my little 'note to self:' tape recorder on the tiger incident.
That'll be Part I of Teh IV CHRONICles
We're actually having publishing issues with Parts II and III but the lawyers are pretty good so we're hoping for the best.
We stuffed the bike into the back of the car and sailed down Main Street, through the center of the city, into its guts, and made our way to the heart. My apartment is located in the left ventricle, upper apt.
We freshened up, drank beers, arranged bags, warded off pit bulls, and responded to a text from taco night before heading to the bar. I meant to lead the way down the city's greatest bar corridor building-by-building, but we found a good spot at the first bar and hung out til it wud'n good no more. I think Ivy beat me at darts, but I honestly can't remember for sure.
This picture was taken at the bar. You see, up until this point, she didn't believe me when I said that I add special chemicals to my cigarettes to make them glow with unnatural colors, and that I routinely wear lipsticks specifically chosen to match the cigarette color of the week. Well now we have proof. Also please note that !!SWIPPYSTAR!! was not added to the image afterward; he actually follows me around everywhere I go (and loves having his picture taken).
There's a funny story behind this picture:
So I had Ivy lined up in the shot, right, everything's going smooth, when unbeknownst to me a full-fledged SIBERIAN FUCKING TIGER saunters soundlessly into the bar and creeps up right behind me. Ivy totally keeps her cool and continues posing for shots while this monster crouches and prepares to pounce, my turned back in his crosshairs. At the critical moment Ivy springs into action!
I hear a yelp as the animal attempts to retreat, colliding with the bar itself and maiming several patrons. How many fucking times in your life do you turn around and see something like that? I was scared shitless, but that wasn't the half of it. I probably put the camera down a little too roughly on the table, and watched Ivy pick up her beer. She quickly chugged the last of it before squaring her shoulders, taking a sharp breath in, and whipping the bottle end-over-end, lodging the stem in the beast's eye. It was the most amazing thing I had ever seen.
I dunno. After that, I kinda remember a bunch of weird people showing up, and one of them thought we should think he was cool or something. I'd get at Ivy for the full story on that. I filled up my little 'note to self:' tape recorder on the tiger incident.
That'll be Part I of Teh IV CHRONICles
We're actually having publishing issues with Parts II and III but the lawyers are pretty good so we're hoping for the best.