This Means Something

The current vogue for rockumentaries shows no signs of abating - MTV Films and Paramount Classics are to produce a biopic of US rockers Mötley Crüe based on their 2001 tome The Dirt: Confessions of the World's Most Notorious Rock Band. Larry Charles will direct the story charting the band's rise to fame and accompanying personal traumas. Charles, who is currently filming the Sacha Baron Cohen project Borat, has previously written for Seinfeld and HBO's hit series Entourage, and directed episodes of Curb Your Enthusiasm.
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Surfin' Sahara

surf bar in williamsburg. sand on the floor and tequila in your glass. can/t ask for more than that. there was even a small 3 piece band (single snare, steel guitar and clarinet). receives my highest recommendation.

Oh What A Night!

this past weekend alison stood up (do you say that for bridesmaids?) in her friends, rachel and todd's, wedding. i was allowed to attend on the condition i wore a tux. for all of you that don/t believe i could ever wear anything not from a thrift store. bam! here it is. with a bonus pic of me in a suit from the rehearsal dinner. i/m all over the place. can/t nobody hold me down.

Roofies

picks from the rooftop of alison/s building. notice the lovely young women at the bottom and the not so lovely smoke eminating from a nearby building (i didn/t know they still used coal).

true story. i was walking down 8th avenue the other day and a camera crew stopped me to ask if i needed to make some extra cash. thinking of how much i spent at the karaoke bar the night before (it was worth it, i did a duet with jeff goldblum that brought the house down) i was cash strapped. they offered me 50 bucks for every flag i could grab off of a guy as he ran by. i agreed. the guy turned out to be a kenyan fellow who was the previous winner of the boston marathon. i made a few comic attempts at grabbing a flag. finally, they tell me i have one more chance. as he comes at me, two guys come up behind me and hi-low my knees and back. as i/m laying on the ground a guy comes riding up on a tricked out bike. i twist around to see what is happening and see no other than o.j. simpson straddling the bike. he tells me i/ve been on his new hidden camera show and i/m not getting any money. then he rides up my back, peels out on my head and takes off, screaming 'you/ve been juiced!' over his shoulder. that is how my head got tattooed.
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Wine 'Em Dine 'Em... Long Island 'Em

last week alison and i went out to visit her great uncle/s vineyard on the eastern tip of long island. i had no idea wine country in new york even existed but it was a nice change from the hustle and bustle of nyc.



after being given the royal tasting treatment, we went by her family/s summer house on the ocean. felt like i was back in panama city for spring break '97. florida is just a truly soul satisfying experience. check out the horseshoe crab shell. below that is a picture of a prop limb leftover from paul verhoeven/s starship troopers.




finally, we luncheoned at a 3 star bar and grill that not only had a fantastic menu selection (i had shrimp parmigiano, which i had no idea even existed) but also featured the drawings of wes anderson/s brother. he did the drawings for the royal tannenbaums.

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Yeah, I Don/t Like Them Either

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Jock Jams '06 (too easy)

alison was nice enough to get me a 1 week trial to her gym. it/s a really unbelievable place. they have a spa and a shoe shine guy and they will do your laundry and if you don/t feel like walking down the stairs to the locker room you can step off the landing and fall into the arms of a giant they hired to stand under the stairs and catch people. once in the locker room i was thrown for a loop. as a benefit to members, the gym provides workout clothes (t-shirt, socks, shorts) so you don/t have to carry any. i thought this was too cultish at first but the convenience factor wins me over. sitting right next to those 3 piles is another pile of not new but (hopefully) clean jock straps. once more, jock straps. i/ve never been asked to wear one that doesn/t hold a cup in place. does the embarassment fall on me since i don/t know why you would need one of those to go through a non-contact workout? or is this an old man issue, like how my grandpa uses vaseline to part his hair. i need answers. i was going to sneak a photo with my phone but i don/t want anymore legal troubles (see post below).


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Has the Whole World Gone Crazy? Or am I the Only One?

who wants to hear a funny joke? i made this one up myself. a guy gets pulled over in brooklyn for not wearing a seatbelt and ends up getting shanghaied to the tune of $180.

what? how, you ask. well, come listen to my story. seems that in my infinite brilliance, i let the plates on my car expire since i thought i was going to be selling it. so the no seatbelt fine is $40 and the expired plates violation is $40. now is the time on my blog when i like to launch into scathing revues of our government and how closely it resembles the mafia. i don/t need to. you get it, i/m not happy about the situation. let/s move on. doing the math, that is only a total of $80 in compensatory damages i owe to the state of new york. where does the other $100 go? ah ha!

before i continue i have to tell the most mentally upsetting part of the whole series of events. after the cop gave me the tickets, her partner came strolling back up to my window. he asked if my last name was german. i responded yes and then he asked if i spoke german. totally flustered (think of the surroundings) i answer no. he informed me that he did. okay... he informed me he spoke spanish and italian also and he was dominican. okay... then he asked if i played soccer. no... he told me how he and his friends get together to play and i should really think about playing (all from the officer who just pulled me over). um, yeah. i should think about that. we looked at each other and i kinda gave an uncomfortable smile. he said because i/m german, soccer is in my blood and i should play it. with that he turned around and went back the the patrol car. i wasn/t sure what the hell he was talking about.

if you read the back of the ticket it mentions that each violation has a $50 surcharge added to the fine. what? i asked around, but none of my new york acquaintances had nary a clue as to what this meant. being that i try to avoid paying extra moolah to the government* when not necessary i decided to investigate further.

i placed a call to my local brooklyn police precinct. as i waited for someone to answer i dreamed of all the myriad of answers i could receive. my list got longer and longer. i realized no one had picked up for a good minute and a half. odd. called a 2nd precinct, same result. called a 3rd precinct, still nothing. are police stations closed on saturday afternoons in april? if so, i/m definitely planning a heist (just make sure your getaway driver is wearing a protective seatbelt and we shouldn/t have a problem). on a lark, and because i didn/t know what else to do, i called a 4th precinct. finally someone picked up. i went through my whole situation and asked for clarification. i was told the surcharge is an extra charge added by the deptartment of motor vehicles. i explained that in 3rd grade i learned that you aren/t allowed to use the word you are trying define in the definition you give. i understand what the word surcharge means, but what is this one for and do i have to pay it? answer was 'you probably have to pay it, and i don/t know what it/s for.' i calmly inquired if i was speaking with an officer. he said 'yes.' and you really don/t know what the surcharge is for? 'no,' he replied. but you hand out these same tickets with this charge on it? 'yes.' i think i actually said out loud, i'm scratching my head at this. i asked who might be the keeper of this mighty secret. 'you have to call the dmv,' was the response. so no one there at the precinct can explain what this is- 'you have to call the dmv,' he interrupted.

monday morning i got on the phone once again (dmv isn/t open on saturdays and their website had absolutely no mention of this mysterious surcharge). after a brief 15 minute wait on hold, i spoke with a customer service representative. it was explained to me the $50 surcharge per ticket is to cover court costs. actual good news, i/m pleading guilty to the fine and not going to court. 'doesn/t matter, you still have to pay the court costs,' came the answer. but i/m not going to court, i/m paying you money by mail. all you have to do is take my money. it couldn/t possibly cost me $100 to convince you to take my money. 'you still have to pay it,' was repeated.

NOW is the point where i rant about how unbelievable our government can be. no wonder people who live close to the poverty line find themselves behind the 8-ball. one saturday afternoon traffic violation and they have to decide between paying $200 or eating for 2 weeks. what the dmv is doing should be illegal. i/m not backing down on this (except in the sense that i paid the fine. i don/t want to be write a cute little story involving a revoked license, warrant for my arrest and county jail time in the near future). at the very least, a police officer should be forced to know the law behind the fines he is allowed to distribute.

i know some of you betty blamers out there will want to say i caused this whole scene by not wearing a seatbelt and not paying for new registration. well i say this issue is bigger than that, it involves my civil liberties, they already tell me where i can smoke (if i smoked). and now they can charge a red-blooded american like myself an extra $100 for no reason (by the way, i was thinking about requesting a court date purely to get my money's worth, but with my luck they would have me in an orange jumpsuit in no time). this is why people decide to buy pipes and draino and look up state senators' addresses.

all this for o.j. and a 2 liter of coke.

*for an interesting look at how much americans want to avoid paying taxes, see freakonomics. it talks about the disappearance of 7 million american children when the irs started requiring you to provide social security numbers for dependents.
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It/s No Second Hand Emotion

i received a call from my friend jeff haleen this weekend. he wanted to know if i would like to partake in the experience of the joining of 2 souls in blessed union by being an usher in his wedding. jeff can always be counted on for a good story and has an amazing ability to remember every embarassing moment i/ve created for myself. i am honored to be involved in any way i can. the best man in jeff/s wedding, todd shirak, would like all of you to visit jeff and his lovely bride jean on the web at... www.jeffandjean.com
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C'mon People

if you take the time to peel an orange (or tangerine) and once you go through that entire process the orange (or tangerine) in question turns out to be bad, as in tough and tasteless. shouldn/t you get some sort of refund? i just don/t have that kind of time to waste.

This is the Face of Fear

the same question seems to be asked of me day in and day out. 'when/s that rash on your face going to clear up?' second most asked question is, 'when are you getting a job?' the third is, 'why move to new york?' well, let/s clear that third (and most important) inquisition up right now. when i was mulling this move around inside my head i discussed the pros and cons with a few close friends. every one of them was supportive without fail. everyone that is but my friend amy hadank. she was adamant that i was; (1) too old for new york (anyone over 25 has missed the boat) and (2) wouldn/t be able to handle the day to day life of living in such a metropolis. she was so certain of my outcome we ended up making a bet. that bet involves how long i will be able to last before coming back to chicago with my tail metaphorically between my legs. if i don/t last 6 months, she wins a night out on the town anywhere in the world. although amy is 29 she chose amsterdam as her destination city. no details were provided as to why there except her quote was 'it will be awesome!' my choice is bloomington-normal, illinois. below is a picture of myself and andy hadank, amy/s husband. as you can see, andy is pointing east and saying god speed. he knows his wife is wrong and everyday he sends me a countdown on how many days till i win the bet. thanks andy. you/re invited to go out with me on my awesome night out. by the way it/s 164 days 23 hours 35 minutes 54 seconds.

I/m on an Award Tour (of Brooklyn)

i was going to give you the 'pity a fool' play on words, but let/s just take a minute and admire some damn fine sidewalk work.


you know the scene in american history x where ed norton challenges some black guys for permanent ownership of the local b-ball court? then in the most improbable sports sequence since daniel stern in breaking away, norton and the guy from mallrats beat said guys and celebrate their hollow meaningless victory. i walked on this court and issued the same challenge to all these whities. turns out they are a group of special olympics athletes and... well, i/m not allowed to play there anymore.




this is saying that jesus is evil or the person living in the junkyard behind this door is evil. either way, they are so evil they are evol.


doesn/t this look like the head that they would use on south park to make a funny about val kilmer? i/ve seen like 3 of these stuck on buildings.

Big Up to Small Eats

another editorial: coming from the midwest, the land of using forklifts to bring your entenmann's challenged mom to the doctor, i/ve frequently railed time and again against restaurant food choices. as in, why has food gotten so expensive? answer, because they serve you lunch in a 50 gallon metal trash can, there is so much. you get 4 courses at t.g.i fridays for $15 bucks but all of it looks like it came off one of the apollo rockets. i have to say, i/ve been impressed with the portion status in new york. i leave the table not completely full yet i/m not wincing when i pull out my wallet.

The Man of Six Words

what do you do if some local slum lord wants you out? you go and get protection from the most dangerous man in the world who rocks a perm. picture your business being interrupted by a couple fool thugs, all of a sudden in slow-mo glory (with sound effects) kitt comes blasting through the front window, pulls a 180 while screeching to a halt. out steps who? michael knight. if that doesn/t save the day, i don/t know what would.

Pascua Suburbia

spent the easter holy day with alison/s family on long island. this is funny, this is really funny, you know what my first thought was when we got off the expressway in dix hills, ny? this looks just like ohio. later, when i was covered in blood and holding a shish kabob of human feet i realized how true that statement was. just kidding.

quick note: kevin underwood, the guy they caught south of oklahoma city today who killed a young girl was planning on cooking and eating the girl at a later time. the police suspected him of having 'cannibal tendencies' after reading on his blog that he had dark fantasies and joked about cannibalism. nothing fun about that, very sad for the girl/s family and his own but it brings up a relevant issue. i hope at no time in my life someone is able to look back on what i/ve joked about here and can be like, 'oh yeah, police knew he would hack off a bunch of feets in ohio cause they read it on his blog.' in minority report i/m already convicted.

on a more upbeat note, check out this house down the block from alison/s aunt alison/s house (yes, 2 alisons). it literally has dropped the value of the houses next to it. one of the neighbors has sold and left due to the annoyance factor. i personally think people should do more weird shit with their property. i highlighted the gorilla, baby bear, killer whale and pink flamingo statues but there was plenty to keep you busy for a while. why do whacko/s always have flagpoles in their yards? what is the correlation there? the fountain does work and isn/t it weird that there is money and a definite landscape plan set out here?

Forever Young

hi there. i/m mighty marc young. i would consider myself a respectable member of the elite class during the day but at night i pull a switch and paddle a bass like a typical suburban mom slaps her kids in, well, public. i drink 'ronas and 'ritas and smell like fajitas. don/t blink now because i/m leaving northsix in williamsburg to dominate europa with my band the appleseed cast.


i spent my first night out in williamsburg on saturday. did not get tore up from the floor up but the venue i frequented reminded me a lot of rainbow club or club foot on a saturday night (reference for my chicago friends). okay, but i need to find my happy village or lemmings. williamsburgians are definitely on the hipster-trendy tip but i never felt out of place or like people were trying to one up one another.

I/m a Pretty Big Heal Around Here

did you ever wonder if it is possible to see everything you have to in someone/s apartment in less than 30 seconds? i really never have, but i thought it was worth 33 seconds of my time to find out. click here for a windows media movie featuring my new digs.

you can also click anywheres along here...

Mi Casa es Su Dream Palace, Part 3

another shot of my street. the blooms are starting to fall off the trees and it kinda looks like snow. i piled a bunch of them up and randomly challenged passerby/s to a snowball fight.


here/s my stop on the L line.



where i got my laundry done. don/t think i/m really down with somebody else washing my skivvies. probably gonna keep that within the family from now on.

Mi Casa es Su Dream Palace, Part 2

it/s pretty fantastic... fantastic as in magical.

Mi Casa es Su Dream Palace, Part 1

here/s the spread, ranch, homestead if you will. it sits on the corner of hopes and dreams. i liken it to that famous 'avenue of dreams' poster they sell to college kids (the one with james dean, elvis and marilyn monroe sitting at a coffee shop counter). everyday when i leave my place i see the unemployed hipster equivalent of that.



actual corner is havemeyer and grand.












building entrance with my ghost in the middle of the doors.




















lobby, that/s my door on the left side.




















for everyone concerned about the regal. it/s still alive and kickin'. mixing well with the other autos on the mean streets.

I Believe It/s Called Epidermus Aromous

i swear my left hand has smelled like onions for 2 days now. any suggestions or medical diagnosis?

I Don/t Mean to Get Off on a Rant Here, But...

i figured the out of date dennis miller reference was appropriate since i wanted to talk about something i missed the boat on by about 5 years. when i announced i was moving to new york, paul (see post below) figured it would be fun to spend our last remaining weeks as roommates freakin' me out with whatever subject du jour he could come up with. one nerve he found rich with concern was how my relationship with alison would change when i got here. specifically the all important step in taking a relationship to the next level, mutual tv show sharing. paul explained that when you live in the same state as the girl you are dating you have to make considerations and come up with a list of mutual shows to watch together. this is a cause for concern for me in 2 ways. first, i can be selfish when it comes to watching tv. i only want to watch what i want to watch and i will slip into my sarcastic comment mode the minute i smell cheesy drama or reality show. and second, i/m selfish and will make sarcastic comments when i get bored with a show (i was going to throw in a point 3 about being selfish, but i think you get it). well so far i feel we/ve adjusted pretty well through respect and a desire to keep each other happy (i/m pretty sure there is no way alison will ever request to watch wonder showzen but i can forgive that).

anyway, for the first time in my life i have found myself the reality staple american idol. enough ink has been spilled describing the iodacy of this show, so i/m not getting into that (by the way, idiocy means 'extreme mental retardation'). but i do have to comment on the fact that the show, all of its contestants, judges and producers are extremely lazy. a fairly attractive (ie weight proportionate, within the top 40% of good lookers out there) person with a reasonable singing voice who isn/t a complete idiositic could capture this thing easily. as much as i abhor the judges, they are right a lot of the time (albeit they can barely get this across without using the words 'pitch' or 'aweful'). these 'idols' do themselves in before even getting on stage by horrible song choices that are completely out of their range or style and costume choices that would have been laughed off c.h.i.p.s.

i think the reason these people are coming out of nowhere is the same reason they will return to obscurity when the show is over, they just aren/t motivated or savvy enough to make an impression, even with a good part of the country watching. it/s frustrating because the producers really don/t want to find the best talent only the best story arc. i think any number of people i know who have the charisma or smarts to be more successful than most of the current contestants if they were willing to degrade themselves and appear in the first place. i could be the first idol to do songs by the bloodhound gang and the frogs because i could do it in style. all i/m missing is a sad back story but i think i could come up with something. i never would had have such ambitions without giving up my selfish ways.

Sometimes Tuesday Day is alright for Fighting also

alison and coworkers were heading back to their office on tuesday when who to their wondering eyes should appear but the rocket man himself, sir elton john. they caught up with the newlywed in a high end housewares store and proceeded to follow him around till misha (in the orange) had enough cajones to ask his friend if they could grab a picture. when they got back to the office the emails and im/s were sent out announcing their brush will royalty. alison said she spent the rest of the day fielding calls and congrats. i didn/t realize he was that big of a deal, but for the first time ever i underestimated people/s obsession with celebrities. so in interest of quenching the public thirst for gossip (usually i/m all business); alison said he was dressed immaculately, smelled really good and his hair piece was attached perfectly. she also said he waved goodbye to them on the street as he was getting in his car. the car was a white stretch limousine with a hot tub and fireworks shooting off the back.

It Was Shea-t

here/s the thing about baseball in april. sometimes you show up and you get one of those unseasonably warm days with sunny skies and cracker jack boxes bursting forth with foul balls that land in your lap. on the yang side are the days when you show up 45 minutes late and as you are putting on your sweet new pancho you find yourself fighting the entire outfield crowd to get down the subway steps. the crowd is peeved because the game was just cancelled and you are soaked because it is hailing, sleeting, and raining all at once. paul and i took the 7 train out and back which is the line john rocker made famous for attributing a whole bunch of fun racist statements to. on the bright side, he is totally full of shit. the 7 was people just going about their lives. the only time i really felt uncomfortable* was listening to the guy and his sons from staten island trade insults on each other. they were white, their favorite line was 'your an more-on,' and i saw more maturity in the scene from slap shot where the hansons pull out their toys.

*to be totally honest, i did feel like everyone in the car was checking me out like i didn/t belong in new york or something. alison pointed out that sometimes happens when you are wearing a green pancho big enought to cover a buick.

Sweep the Leg

guess what. patton oswalt is at least 1 and a half times funnier in person than you could possibly imagine. alison, myself and her (our) friend from work jennifer managed to finagle our way into seeing him and comedy bad boy aziz ansari on monday night. the room seated about 30 people in total and i tell you what, it was hi-larry-us. this show is the reason i moved out here. and now that it/s over, i/m heading back to chicago. no. only joking. i mean, i got to see 2 artists at the top of their game in a small venue and the total cost of the ticket was 6 bucks. sweet. i/m down.

patton was nice enough to share his thoughts on the worst song of all time. he has a new champion that replaced the meet virginia song by trane (i refuse to check the spelling of that). i like worst and best lists mostly because it makes people take a stand on something which they are usually hesitant to do. in case you were wondering, my least favorite is night moves, by bob seger and the silver bullet band (don/t forget about the silver bullet band). the new place holder according to patton is the bad day song by daniel powter. a tune which i hear is burning up the air waves (like the air waves are napalm shooting liquid fire and melting your brain). i know i/m easily influenced and like to jump on the bandwagon but he is right, that song is terrible.

L-I-V-I-N

being that is was the nicest day of the spring so far, i took the afternoon off (of my job search) and headed to mccarren park with the woman from down the hall. we had a blast, so i took a picture to make all of you jealous. check out her snoopy socks, she/s the funniest gal around.

First Repressions

hi guys. i wanted to put down a couple things i/ve noticed so far about new york. that way i can look back on them in a few months and realize how wrong i was. first off, i really think you can either live in this city or you can/t. i don/t think there is much of a gray area to it. some people appreciate being able to grab a slice of pizza at 6 am on a sunday and some are just annoyed that there is a line to get in tgi fridays in times square. hopefully i will continue to appreciate the mobs of people for the diversity and not just get mad at the tourists staring at the buildings while i/m trying to get to my train (see i/m half way to being a new yorker already). second, i think my friend rich nagle (no picture available) said it best. there is no where else in this country where you can see a guy making 5 million a year sitting next to a guy who makes 15 grand. all the different types of people make this place astounding. you are constantly bombarded with different cultures, languages, dress, skin color and priorities. some how the whole thing seems to work. i just can/t help but stare at everyone, i'm trying to guess what it is they do that brought them here. and because the city is so large, so bustling the little moments of intimacy seem that much more important. i/ve been asked directions a couple times already and i actually felt a sense of pride to be able to answer (correctly i might add). almost like, 'yeah i had trouble with that too but here is what you do.' another situation occured last night when i was heading into manhattan. alison gave me a couple books about new york which are fantastic. one being Sidewalk, a look at the life of street vendors in greenwich village and how they fit into our society. as i was transferring trains i had this book in my hand. climbing the steps at the 8th avenue L stop, a voice next to me says 'man, that is the coolest book in the world.' i look over and a middle aged guy with medium long curly hair is looking at me. i give him half a smile and he says, 'those guys (vendors) are still around, they won a court case against guiliani and the city. total freedom of speech issue.' we talked for a minute and then went on our separate ways with the guy telling me i should go down and talk to the characters detailed in the book. how cool is that?

To All the Little People...

Hey ya'll, this is Paul. Paul Huffman was the best roommate I/ve ever had and in true best roommate fashion he put together a going away party for me that ended all other going away parties. It included but was not limited to; lots of my best friends, loads of goodbye beers and a dance party that lasted till 5 am back at our place. I wish i had a picture of the outfit Paul put on later. He told me that he had to 'go commando' in order to put the jeans on they were so tight. The best thing about Paul is he waited 4 songs for just the right one to come on before he made his appearance. Paul explained, 'It's all about making an entrance.' That/s true and Paul also made my entrance to New York a lot easier by coming out this past weekend to hang out.

This is Nicole 'Harry' Stamper. Sometimes when she is back in Pittsburgh, PA (the burg) she goes by Nikki. She made me brownies for my drive out here which were excellent and made me wonder if she had ever been a Brownie. Brownies making brownies, much safer than babies having babies. She also has a hugely successful 'Boogie Shoes' act which you have to ask her about.


This is Kelly Arnoldy. She is totally awesome and not just because she is a good friend of mine. She helps little kids with severe disabilities in ways that you can/t even imagine. Here/s a secret about Kelly, she wears tracksuits to work because she is constantly being thrown up on. Kelly packed me a travel pack of snacks made up of all my favorites for the drive out here. I owe her a big thanks. To everyone else who came by my party I just want to say, why didn/t you bring snacks? Do you know how long the drive was? Not even a stick of gum? Whatever? Another secret about Kelly is she complains that in every picture of me she has I am either giving the finger to the camera or making a ruinous face. Kelly only has one complete finger on her left hand and no eyeballs so she thinks my gestures and faces are making fun of her. I say they are a tribute to her.

Spawn the Road

My last view of the Sear/s Tower as I head out of town on Tuesday.










This is Pete Brewer. He lives in South Bend, Indiana. As you can see, Pete drives a Dodge Stratus. I stopped on my way to Toledo to have lunch with him and all he did was talk about his Dodge Stratus, how much traction control it has, how great the aerodynamics are, how new it is. I finally tried to change the topic and he let loose with a chain of obscenities and then told me he could do 50 pushups in an hour. By the way, congrats to Pete and his wife on becoming first time parents.



As I left South Bend the guy at the I-80/90 toll booth told me the interstate was closed due to an accident. The back of this nitroglycerin truck was my view for 45 miles of Amish saturated Indiana countryside. The guy driving it was cool, we talked on the CB about life, crazy videos on the Internet and traded opinions on the benefits of our government interceding in Iran with a nuclear strike. He was against.






I didn/t lie about the Amish. Here is one now. You can insert your own miles per bushel of oats joke here, or just go watch Kingpin, it/s still a really funny movie.









This was one of the many towns I followed Cashus (the truck driver) through. The Hairtaker is where people go as a family to get a hair cut in small town Indiana. Surprisingly, I/ve seen many of the same hair styles in Brooklyn. Brooklyn has more mustaches though. Way more.