Good Lord. Williamsburg, NYC. There's a building down the street where a guy keeps pigeons on the roof, flies them during the day. It's pretty fucking cool. I stood on the corner like a knob with my mouth open staring for 10 minutes.
I'm about to go see The Defibulators, because the fiddler's sister is so fucking beautiful. Oh, and because they're good, too. I need a beer.
I'm about to go see The Defibulators, because the fiddler's sister is so fucking beautiful. Oh, and because they're good, too. I need a beer.