Too much hair to be me.

It's Stephan, owner of
the Holiday Cocktail Lounge
in NYC, snapped in inaction
when Slate and I were
there a while back.

Was that before or after Slate became totally Snitty.

Never is w/me.

He was gone from
here, though.

He never returns any of my calls...

Fuk.

Mine either.

Just the way
he be.

You, my man, do.

I ended up pissing on
the side of a dirt road
when last we chatted.
Sorry to cut you off.

I take that to mean you pissed on your celly.

I'm glad you cleared that
up. I was afraid it meant he
had a thing for peeing on
Earlick, back before, you
know, he cut him off.

Um, no.

I meant I couldn't
cock my head to
the celly and yammer
because I needed
both hands on my cock.

I LOVE Stephan. I LOVE that bar. It's never crowded, seats are ripped up, you can find the hardcores in there at two in the afternoon already too upside down to speak in sentences, and Stephan opens and closes whenever he feels like it. Sometimes he closes at 2am, sometimes 7pm.

And Nick Cave and Tom Waits are on the jukebox and the drinks are cheap.

I haven't been there in a year, hope the old man is holding up.

He actually has
a bartender now.
Gotta catch him on
the early shift.

You fucks are making me
nostalgic for the old neighborhood.

'cept I probably understand
more of the ambient conversations
where I am now.

Not much talkin'
@ the Holiday,
correct.

"The old neighborhood" now consists of up-and-comers paying $2000 for a 500 sq foot "1 bedroom" apartment. The first time I ever went to the East Village was in 1994 when there was still a place called Alphabet City and that's where all the smack dealers hung out. Now Avenue A is where you go to buy your Chihuahua a designer sweater.

I moved out.

Sweater too big
for ya?

Speakin' of Alphabet
City,
Mars Bar anyone?

I hear ya, Porkio, the heroin dealers
were better protection from anything
happening on my old block than the
9th precinct cops ever were.

Now I hear there's an Italian
trattoria or something with limos
and shit keeping the block "safe".

Safe (usually)=boring.

Man, I hate those pigs at the 9th. They roughed up my wife for no reason whatsoever, and when she went to report the unhinged prick with a badge that threw her into a van and screamed at her, the desk sergeant accused her of lying and mocked her for crying. They're the same precinct that beat the shit out of some guy for crossing the street during a protest and then edited the video tape of the event showing that the guy did not resist arrest. I've only met one good cop from that precinct, the rest seem like they're looking for a My Lai massacre to join in on.

You should see the psychos that work in Boston.

No better'n garbagemen.

So is Bognoz Absomphe's
puppet?

I haven't banned
'im, so no.

Huh-wha'?

Assstomp's definitely not, but someone's big fer xure. So, Buggy, spill the beans!

He's Bugz!!

Butt for what he wood inventin' all his life once again? I cannot say I know him very, very, well, butt I do know him well. It is someone else. Assstomp's in the League™, Buggy's not.

Like I said,
you know.

Or was that,
You? No!

I know too much ,I know. I cannot be ya, ya cannot be me. It is gettin' weirder and weirder.

Every time you
talk, yes.

Oh, just tryin'.

Those are the sort of conversations you usually hear at The Holiday Cocktail Lounge.

Ha!

Word.

One time we
were there,
this guy had
an awesome
scar on his melon.

He'd just flunked
his driving test again.

Go figger.