well well well, give me a break of that kit kat bar she says. (that's what i say, what's that smell) it was nothing, period. here in brooklyn there are (count em) one not two but millions of record shops filled with those great new york licks i can't get at your mom's bed and breakfast! and bodegas up your ass. alas. we are in williamsburg near brooklyn, only so and so minutes and it looks like east austin (if you know, yes you know). sherry's best friend michael hart showed us around the neighborhood and goddam it's something else. there's something else with neil spelce, similar. all the bars have huge canvas screens, and one even has one on each wall (four) and movies projecting onto every screen. what a what. yes a yes. i recorded a lot of new music inspired by alcohol and love, i hope it goes over well. it sits nice with the city. but it ain't always pretty. one song is dedicated to dee dee ramone and one dedicated to london. get it shotgun. "you'll never see me alright, but baby i'll be here all night." about being at the shop, and then here; you'll never see me alright, it's always better alone. and then the one about without you and it's a shame. get back, get back. i bought a gun. don't look funny at me, right? ok