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Titty-squeezin’ time

By On July 24, 2006 · In From the Tombs, Vanitas

From what I have gleaned, apparently there comes a point in time at which all female journalists of a particular mien must write about visiting the Town Shop on the Upper West Side. Although I am no journo, I am no longer content to let Alex Kuczynzki have all that fun writing about shaking her cans.

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Vincent Gallo: Like God and syphillis, he is everywhere

By On June 14, 2006 · In From the Tombs

Celebrity sightings in NYC, a place where fully 34% of the population is famous, are kind of too commonplace to get excited about, unless they’re in some curious or salacious context (eg, Anderson Cooper at the Phoenix* or Ben Affleck taking a shit at Enid’s** or Grady Sizemore in a jockstrap jumping up and down [...]

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To is a preposition, come is a verb

By On May 30, 2006 · In Danse Macabre, From the Tombs

Some people are suggestible drunks. In contrast, I am an overly cautious drunk. Whereas other folks, after a few beers, want to drive down to Atlantic City at 2 in the morning, I am transformed into an auxiliary policeman. I’m always the one who’s like, Hey, get down off the table or The cabbie isn’t [...]

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Head like a hole

By On April 13, 2006 · In From the Tombs, Vanitas

Oddly enough, Maud and I were both at the dentist on Tuesday. As I’ve mentioned in the past, I like Dr. S very much, and I hope that she gets a personalized license plate for her new Mercedes-Benz SL that says DANAPD4THS.

The genesis of Tuesday’s visit occurred a few months ago when I [...]

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