August is the birthday

It's the birthday of  too many people who mean less than nothing to me. Walking up and down Sixth Avenue back in the bad old days, when the hookers owned the West Side Highway and the chance for redemption lived somewhere south of The Ramrod.

My dad would swear that didn't  matter to him, but if you believe that, cover your asshole!

My so-called friend  Mindy borrowed tons of cash, GFY Whore! Yeah, the world is only six thousand years old, but where does the Bibble say you can rip off your friends?

No comment, no surprise. Do not EVER contact me again!