It's been awhile since I pimped some of my photos, always a big hit when I don't feel like writing anything among true connoisseurs of art. Especially those old ones of PK.com World Headquarters. Man, you people are nosy. Then again, who doesn't peer into strangers' apartments when they leave the door open? Ya know, just to see if there's four dead bodies laying around, or if some hot chick is walking around naked. Trying to avoid looking in is like trying not to stare at a midget. It's just not possible.
So let's catch up with the newest pics, documenting my, um, not-so-hard-living life.
Golf at Crystal Springs
These photos were actually taken by my friend Scott, with whom I drove to Vernon, N.J., to tear up — and not in a good way — one of the most picturesque courses to ever be haunted by my presence. In these shots, you'll not only see the beautiful colors of fall foliage, but how I am to golf what John Madden is to ballet. If I'd posted all the shots of me missing two-foot putts, I would've run out of storage space.
Miscellaneous NYC Photos
A new dumping ground for random shots that I snap around town when I'm not playing Three Card Monte in Times Square, something all New Yorkers love to do. Unfortunately, I don't have any of my friend Tom, dressed in a shirt-sleeve shirt and shorts at 4:30 a.m. last Sunday morning, breaking my record at Gray's Papaya by downing 10 hot dogs. If I learned my math correctly from Jared Fogle, Tom ate the fat equivalent of 48 six-inch Subway sandwiches in about 20 minutes.
Erocktica at Pussycat Lounge
(Important: Password to view folder is "erocktica") You know this band is fun when they ask to make sure you have your camera, in order to document girls rolling around in whipped cream and bikinis (or less), while Pink Snow belts out lyrics to P.O.R.N. in America, 38D and Size Queen. All for a $5 cover; the best bargain in town, save those delectable Gray's Papaya hot dogs. These photos are password-protected ("erocktica") just so none of you accidently view pictures of naked women, because I don't want your mommy or tight-ass boss getting on my case. Typing in the password basically puts the burden of choice on you; it says, "I'm a pervert, too."
Perversity is in the eye of the beholder.
Or position.
Posted by lucy at November 9, 2004 1:22 AM