Saturday night.

I'm not a fan of partying on weekends in nyc. But my buddies Mr. Brook D'Leau and Ms. Jack Davey were in town so Bella and me decided to go check it out. So we make it out to the show out at PS1 and the door is a mess. We're outside forever before we just decide to call it a loss. I should told Jack to get me on the list with my dumbass.
So then I get a call from BikeMaker's homie B and she tells me that the same thing is going on at canal room for the CIA's lil shindig, so we decide to call it a night.
We end up stretched out on the couch, eating popeye's and indulging in HerbalRemedyTea. I saw a few episodes of City of Men while Bella fell in and out of sleep. And to be quite honest, I couldn't think of a better way to spend my saturday night.
I like fried chicken.

Love,
Filthy.