So, its finally time, I’m selling my machete
http://newyork.craigslist.org/brk/for/88063376.html
there is no joke, I actually found this wrapped in the matress I dragged out of my room when I moved in. The thing is, do I really want to meet someone interested in purchasing a large knife? Maybe they can Paypal me, and I’ll mail it. Is that legal?
I also sold my air conditioner in under 3 hrs on Craigslist, Craig, you are the man. Why am I selling it you may ask? I am moving. The new place is a slight improvement, a little larger, built in AC, nicer kitchen and bathroom, thats about it. Moving is annoying, but I do not have that much stuff.
Went to a Yankee game Friday, I had not attended one in close to 7 years, i think. Overall, it was a good experience. I cannot stand sports. I just don’t get it. But, even with that, there is something fun about Yankee Stadium, and eating a 4.50 hotdog. They charge 8.50 for a beer. If i were a serious beer drinker, I would be PISSED. Some guy stepped on a ketchup packet and made a nice design on my dad’s shirt, so I got a free hotdog out of it. High five for people stepping on ketchup, offering to buy a hotdog, and my dad being on a diet. rock.
The band has a show at the Lit Lounge. www.litloungenyc.com this wednesday, we play at 11pm. Thats a little rough for you dayjob folks, but live it up.
I think we should turn the food odyssey into a podcast. Thoughts???
Yo dude I’ll buy you’re machete!! you know, cuz i’m so violent. the next time erictarn pisses me off….
jk. maybe.
Comment by Sharon — August 1, 2005 @ 12:36 pm
You’re the one with the DJ voice, capitan.
Comment by Cathleen Stumps — August 3, 2005 @ 8:50 am
dude,
what are the chances? i was walking in the snow in downtown richmond- and i stepped on a machete. no joke!
it was frozen on the sidewalk. so i dug it out, brought it back to the studio, and it hung there on the wall for a few weeks.
fast forward to my car getting broken in not once, but twice that winter, and these punks were throwing bottles at the studio. so i grab the machete and run out the door ready to hack up the local thug life.
nick and mark grabbed, me, assured me i would be shot/killed.
the ONLY reason i went back inside is because i saw the flashing lights coming, and i knew that i would spend the night up the hill. but man, machetes are the new 357s.
Comment by Son of Jor-El — August 3, 2005 @ 11:42 am