amccoyjthunders

I hate to work, but evidently my parents werent successful enough to provide me with the sort of funding that would eliminate the necessity for a semi-honest days labor. Its shameful really not to be vested with independent wealth in this day and age, but I really dont see an easy and entirely effortless way of rectifying the current situation. To make matters worse my formerly middle class Brooklyn neighborhood has been doing a bit class hoping as of late, and now I am surrounded by two Million Dollar Brownstones instead of Million dollar ones. It seems like there is no way to stem the tides of gentrification and the consequential waves of yuppies from washing over us. Everyday I find myself losing the battle as their Influences have even creeped into my apartment. Whereas I once had a few chipped coffee mugs to serve a variety of purposes now I find myself the owner of separate glasses for wine, shots and other beverages and I am also the proud owner of some sort of oriental room divider (as if a ratty sheet wasnt designed specifically for this purpose).

I sometimes wonder if I can stay pure amid all these evil influences, thank goodness Mr. Austin Nichols has provided a most wonderful elixir to kill these and many other important thoughts.