One of Bushwick's finest and funniest natives was born today in 1916. He was born Herbert John Gleason. We know him as "Jackie". He attended PS 73, where the kids today remember him by having no clue who that black and white fat guy is. Here's to you Jackie, I hope you're drinking whiskey and smoking cigars with Sammy Davis, Jr. If you want a more detailed story, you can look here at theThe Brooklyn Eagle.
Diesel's new campaign Be Stupid. i feel related personally.
i feel related coz being stupid means doing things with less calculation like the majority does, which can lead to a fresh way to discover things that most ppl haven't discovered yet, which would bring the world more fun and diversity and maybe beauty accidentally.
and i like the idea that a huge brand is selling this idea. but ya know, don't buy diesel because of these pretty stunts, it's all advertising, ya know
Today I saw a girl drop her cell phone, when it bounced the back came off and the battery popped out. The battery landed in what may have been the grossist puddle in Harlem, clearly at least 6" deep, full of garbage and topped with the a thin oil slick. She sucked it up, put her hand in the muck and retrieved the battery. She then turned around and proceeded to accidentally kick the cell phone into the sewer. The look on her face was priceless. She put the battery back in the puddle and walked away cursing. :)
This guy is a personal friend of mine and I swore I would do everything in my power to help him. This child is a real handful and he desperately needs help. Since he posted this video of desperation he's had over 60,000 views, numerous responses, and it's even been shown on television in Germany and Sweden. Alas, to no avail, this single dad has asked for help from TheBushwickDream.net If you're out there and see this, do the right thing.
So I'm at work and I am about to go into the office, when something catches my eye. Semi-naked women. One of the guys at work left these on the prep table. All these two cards say is "delivery". Delivering what you ask? I have a sneaking suspicion that these "business cards" may or may not be selling sex. Hookers to be more specific. Either that or sexy women in bikini's deliver food or maybe weed. I don't want to get anyone in trouble so I have taken the justice of deleting some numbers.
Misinformation is flooding the veins of this country. A juggernaut propaganda machine is in place and peoples patriotism is the fuel for a nonsensical fight. Be afraid.
If you aren't already aware, these people driving around Bushwick are crazy and just so you know, there is a reason that side mirrors fold in on many models of cars and if you don't use this nifty feature you can't really complain when some reckless asshole rips the mirror off of your BMW.
I suggest maybe a drawer or on a hook near the door, preferably on the inside of your apartment. Places I do not suggest; inside a lion or on a wrought iron fence post on Grattan street right near where you park.
This is the sign above the car wash on the corner of Flushing Ave and Knickerbocker Ave. There's so much wrong with this sign I'm not sure where to begin. Well, first, how many fucking apostrophes do you need? Jesus, I just realized someone probably paid for this too. You would assume that somewhere along the lines of ordering this beaut it would have crossed someone who spoke English better than a four year old Chinese immigrant with little to no knowledge of the language. Does the machine that makes these signs not have spell check? Does the person operating it hate his job, or just this specific car wash? Oh and see that "wow" in the background? I'm pretty sure that's the building actually saying "wow, what a shitty sign" to itself because they printed it like this on both sides.
So I just saw something so cool. I was sitting in a bar off the L train which will remain nameless. All I can say is it's steps from an L train exit. I was sipping my rum when two dapper looking fellas came in and sat next to me. It's about 1 AM and the larger of the two men gave me a smile that chilled me to my very core. The barkeep walked up and handed the smaller gentleman a leather messenger bag. I think it's zippers were locked together, but I can't be sure. Now, the smaller chap was about 5'10" and 250 lbs. He had a head the length of a rugby ball and the genral roundness of a regulation dart board. Unfortunately, I have already drank too much to come up with any good synonyms for the larger, hulkish man. However, I digress. After the exchange of the briefcase the larger man ordered two shots of what I believe, was Jameson. They promptly did their shots and were handed a brown paper bag. Also, the smaller man gave the bartender what looked like slips for sports betting. It was like something out of "Goodfellas." I feel more like a man for having witnessed it. Also, if you see this post and it offends anyone in "the family" please just leave a message next to my sleeping wife in the form of a severed horse head. I'll get it when I get home, I work late.
You know how people are always chopping up those wet paint signs to say such clever musings as "ain't wet & wet taint." Well the other day when I got off the L train at 6th avenue I saw one that read "t pain." I don't know what the hell that means, but I'm pretty sure it's excruciating.
Just wanted to apologize for the downtime folks, ran into some unexpected issues with the server maintenance window but everything is back in order now.
I have come to the particularly ubsurd, gross realization that the porn revolution hath taken a crazy leap forward. Any device that is delivering Internet to phones is delivering porn. That's right, folks. Spank-ta-vision to go 24/7/52/365. You now have the right to look at the people who touch your food slightly differently. Also, I'd start tipping better and stop being rude just for the fuck of it. You want fries with that? No? What's that? Sorry no refunds.
So you're sitting around and you have some cardboard and spray paint. You're 19 and just read The Rum Diaries and "it changed your life." So epic. You're also not very creative and definitely you're not very smart. So what better way to immortalize good ol' Hunter than to spray paint HIS emblem in drab white on a brick wall the size of infant. Listen jerk off, if you're going to spray paint on a wall, do something good. Do something original. Don't take someone's shit that's already INCREDIBLY overplayed. Why don't you just spray paint the Nike sign everywhere, and sign it Banksy. Fucking idiot.
Okay so here's the situation. My parents went away on a weeks vacation. But enough about that, on to the bedbugs. This is the 2nd one you've found there RD. I think you need a ton of poisonous white powder strewn throughout your mattress and hard wood floors. If you need help I would try hazmat. Also from now on anyone entering my apartment will have to strip naked and be deloused like jail. I already have roaches (not even the "cool kind") I don't need bedbugs too.
There is no escaping them. No matter how cautious you may be. They will find a way to crawl in your window or ride one of your friends into your apartment. This little bastard I found darting around frantically in my bedroom. It was odd. He must have been lost. His death came by way of the blunt force of a copy of 1984 catching him as he tried to scurry along the edge of my dresser. I am now left with the concern that he may have siblings.