Who Are You And Why Am I Here

Six months late, no excuses left to me, plus this strike wherein my million-dollar coworkers fight with their million-dollar bosses over nickels and dimes while the steamroller that is unlimited bandwidth interweb moves unperturbed everyone's direction--Nassim Nicholas Taleb, throw some Ds on me! Your book is the new Rogue Wave! Six months late, I was a real Young Manhattanite then, in that dump across the old Red Bar, blocking up mouseholes with duct tape and catching chills whenever I walked by that trashcan with all the mosaic tiles on it, taking art pictures of those siamese pipes because I thought they looked like you know whats, thought it'd make a nice Rivington Arms show. In conclusion:

1. Polehuggers on the F train, plus that girl beside me who (via pole) bisected her chest this morning and got offended because I saw it all, What is the What indeed!

2. Drizzt Do'Urden haters, it's not his fault the "Eugene Lang School" (nice of you to call spades spades, love, get that cheddar) didn't have a Fucking Awesome department with electives in Mindfucks For Thirteen-Year-Olds and Forgotten Realms: Where Us Fat Kids Don't Have To Tell Everybody "It's Just Baby Fat, It'll Go Away With Puberty." Yes! You are still making D&D jokes when AD&D's been around for three decades! That overclass culture that demands physical perfection out of every and all, the one you think you're ripping down pithy post after pithy post, is the one you need the most ain't it! Get that compte! You are the new Jerry Spinelli! Stick your tits out and tell them all who you are! Give Henry and Ribsy the reamings they deserve! Hardy Boys more like Farty Boys! Maniac Magee more like Gayniac Fagee! Ramona Quimby Age 26, A Visit to the Therapist!