“You picked a nice sort of playmate.”
Sorry boys, it’s Filipino Heritage Night. Whiteboy Heritage night was…oh, kidding, it’s every day.
With multiple kiboshes administered daily, best you learned to toughen up.
Market Street’s least appealing peep show.
Terrible at these optical illusions, I only ever see the one.
It’s a funny thing; baseball fans, they start seeing things, things that may or may not be there. Everyone with a beard, everyone with a boyish face, a bit too much party in the back.
Champing at the bit for a crack of bat and a play ball; the time is nearly nigh.
Sorry kid, wish I could help, but sometimes parents just don’t know any better.
Someday this thing’s going to take off like a rocket, zap-zing! to the moon. All you poor suckers won’t be ready, not like he is.
“By its nature, the metropolis provides what otherwise could be given only by traveling; namely, the strange.”
—Jane Jacobs
Ever feel like you’re not getting enough glowing rectangle in your life? That’s where bars can help.
Let the front yard grow out, or the back yard: these are men’s choices in grooming.
Jesus Christ, Sean, I’m being slowly sucked downhill so maybe I don’t want to play your little word game right now.
Finished with pictures of pretty ladies, of bicycles; it may as well be you, my friend, you never leave, never disappoint.