I'll just assume that the New York Post Liberty Medals tag at the bottom of the NYPost story is automatically generated, and that grand larceny doesn't qualify one for a medal.
Diamonds are swag? For me it was always like, a shitty bic with somebody's name printed on it...or a pair of bar mitzvah sunglasses that say "Party with the Starz 2009"...
Back upstairs, the super is standing in front of a man in his boxers. Next to the man is a small dog. Mote confronts Melvin Bransky for the first time since the bar. Just as she starts talking, he pees himself, right there in the doorway of his apartment. The urine spreads and fills in around the dog's feet. It's gross. Beyond Bransky, Mote can see her bag. She shuffles past the now pee soaked guy, steps over his mess, and grabs her things.
This is the standard against which I will measure all drinking problems from now on.
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"But it's my Berkin..."
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This is the standard against which I will measure all drinking problems from now on.
04/07/09