I definitely remember it being used in the 80s.

“[His doctor] gave Graham opium enemas, which may have actually contributed to the decline of Graham’s health.”

Didn’t help but what a way to die.

Nope. Somehow I just crave a piece of white bread after eating a brownie and then maybe repeating the process. I have no rational explanation for this.

Chocolate brownies and white bread

Guitars. Some minor upgrades can get you a decent instrument. I wouldn’t use one as my primary guitar but it’s cool to have something a little different to play around with.

How do they have seemingly unlimited funds to make all these records?

Seriously. I saw them play a few years back and thought they were amazing. Some time later my friend put on an album in the car and my thought was, “what is this absolute garbage?” Same band somehow.

Bartender. I don’t get a lunch break so I just drink on the clock.

After hurricane Maria devastated Puerto Rico a friend posted on social media asking if anyone could house his friend from San Juan. I was living in a house Brooklyn and I volunteered. His name was Robert and he was a really great dude. I really enjoyed hanging out with while he stayed. I told him he could stay as long as he wanted. He was such a boss that he had a chef job and his own New York apartment within two weeks.

I would eat this whole thing if it would undo feeling like absolute garbage when I’m done.

Captain Fabuloso

I mean, if you want to do that at the salad bar I’m not gonna stop you but others might not be as forgiving.

Proper decorum would require ladling it into a pitcher for the whole table then drinking it from red plastic cups.

I’m sure some would find it useful as a delivery method for ranch dressing.

The stained glass lamp shades. The red booths. Beer for dad.

The first salad bar I ever saw was at a dine-in Pizza Hut.

“Only second chance I know is the chance to make the same mistake twice.”

-Davd Mamet

“Goddamnit, it’s always fucking something…”

I’ll get it on my forehead so I can bang it against the wall.

Peripheral vision mainly

Not even that. That piece proves that there is no such thing as silence.