Staten Island BBQ Mayhem
No. This is not the post. I just don’t want to throw it up. One problem is that it’s like nine pages. That’s way too long.
The other is that I took tons of pics, but can’t find any to post. That’s Staten Island for ya. Plus my lady friend refuses to let me post pics of us. Last week I put something up of the pizza and Chinese delivery guys as just a preview(not live), and she was apoplectic.
But I’ll give you a little tease. This is the opening . . . like one of them poems or whatever you call them thingys to get you in the mood for a story. In this case, it’s for a blog post about shit that happened at a BBQ.
Here’s the opening:
Sometimes I envision myself as the hero of my own life. Other times I daydream wacky stuff. And in whatever time is left, I sleep.
And the title will not be Staten Island BBQ Mayhem. Instead, look for BALD PUNK RIDES AGAIN. I will have it up real soon.
Here are all the posts in this series: Seventh Episode – May 2009 (Bald Punk Rides Again)