Thursday, July 10, 2008

Hunting Mr. Thompson


Every once in a while, I wish I lived in N.Y.C. I could go home after work, unwind, and walk out onto a street where life never stops. It doesn't happen often, and bear in mind, in these delusions, money is no object and my magical brownstone is impervious to sirens, graffiti, sewer smoke, and shoe-box sized rooms. I'm working on it.

For those of you who walk on those city streets in the muggy heat wave, there is an AWESOME show to go see:  


So go watch it, I will sit and send my ever-so-powerful ESP waves over to HBO to pick it up in a few months.

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