Hi Love

01/01/2026

12/31/2025

Only 15 more hours to go.

One day I’ll tell the story of how I went to Times Square for the ball drop during for the millennium. I met a real life Elephant Man, who smoked me out with some Cali w**d he smuggled tucked inside his facial deformity.

He was cool af.

I left by 10:30pm.

See ya next year.

❤️✌🏾

12/30/2025

AN ODE TO THE METROCARD:

“So what’s the craziest thing you’ve ever seen on a back of a bus?” I asked, after Kara & I boarded the 11am M14 bus on the corner of Delancy & Avenue D in the Lower East Side of Manhattan.

The driver - a lovely lady whose name I’ve lost to a nightlife induced dementia - looked at me puzzled. Without missing a beat, she said “I don’t know, I once caught a man ma********ng in back…”

Kara & I looked at each other, each with a smirk only magicians have before the pull off their illusion. For some reason we knew that she’d be perfect. In our subtle excitement, we asked her if she was the driver for this route every Sunday, at this exact same time. She agreed reluctantly, curious as to why this couple was trying to recruit her for some thrupple based commuter fantasy,

“Ever see anyone get married on a bus?” We asked.

“Who the f**k would want to get married on a bus?!

“WE ARE!” We both said in union, exploding in a dust cloud of unicorns & rainbows.

“Well, I guess I better get my hair done…”

The rest of story was told to me by & , who ran logistics for us - as kara & I boarded the bus on the respective stops that belonged to us when we first met and lived downtown. Mine being 5th & D. Hers being 10th & Avenue C.

The bus pulled up to its usually starting point at exactly 11am the following Sunday - August 20th. The driver - who did NOT get her hair done - pulled up to 90 of the most colorful & well dressed characters in NYC. Utterly confused, then shocked, she opened her door and asked “wait are ya’ll here for a wedding?!”

“YES!” The crowd yelled in unison.

“Holy s**t! Ok, I’m gonna hang back for a minute, the following bus is much nicer, all of you can get on that one. And they did, and the driver didn’t charge them one dime. Thank God. My Metrocard was so not real. When I boarded, I invited the 2 ladies who waited for me & their shopping cart on a very crowded bus (they only have 87 seats). This wedding belonged to New York.

I met the love of my life on that bus. October 21st, 2003. I wouldn’t find out till later that night that it was her birthday.
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12/26/2025

I saved you the Google.

“Broken In The Right Places” by

is a New York-based art space that also operates a tattoo studio.

(My first artist talk. A conversation with my friend about her art & life.)

Chemnitz is the premier international book fair for graffiti, street art, and urban culture, held in Chemnitz, Germany, as part of its European Capital of Culture 2025 program, featuring independent publishers, artists, & discussions alongside the large Hallenkunst exhibition, celebrating graffiti’s history and modern scene with books, zines, films, talks, and tours in a vast 19th-century market hall.

(Released my first zine in 7 years.)

most commonly refers to a popular, somewhat “secret” NYC spot known for its incredibly rare collection of vintage books, art, VHS tapes, and unique merchandise, often found through social media. It’s a destination for collectors seeking hidden gems, with a cool, nostalgic vibe and an “ATM” part that’s a favorite feature, making it a buzzworthy spot for unique finds.

(I read & sold that zine in NYC.)

Art Gallery is a contemporary art space in Milan, Italy, known for its dynamic, less traditional approach, often featuring street art, photography, and diverse international artists, moving beyond standard gallery white walls to redefine art experiences.

(I got to speak of my friends.)

is a design and communication studio in Turin, Italy, that acts as an advertising agency, research lab, and creative hub for projects in contemporary art, fashion, automotive, and publishing, working with major brands like Timberland, Ducati, and FIAT, while also offering courses and fostering a multidisciplinary environment.

(Again.)

is a specialized, independent bookstore in Paris focusing on street culture, DIY aesthetics, and urban art, offering books, magazines, and zines on graffiti, street art, skateboarding, surf, sneakers, street fashion, and photography from global and French publishers.

(And again.)

Thank you all for the hospitality & love. Special thanks to for allowing me tag along. Plz come watch me do one more. 🎁

12/23/2025

PPPOST ITS: The 25 Cent Macy’s Bag Edition.

God I miss my building super in “Los Sures”.

He was the only person I had to grease on the holidays.

The charming broken English followed by unrelatable geocentric small talk only 1 …

He may or may have not been a little drunk while repairing a radiator or two - and by repair I mean banging on prewar steam pipes with a duct taped up vice grip…

Those inflated assurances that whatever’s staining the hospital cream colored popcorn ceiling in your bathroom will be fixed one day before it claims you whole…

Way more of an ROI than gifting your nieces & nephews. I’m still waiting for a macaroni necklace, and a play date filled with empty tea cups and an imaginary friend who never picks up the tab…

Now I have to tip an entire basketball team of civil servants, just so I can receive my pocket sized box of Amazon Prime’d Marvis toothpaste, and bills - like school taxes for a bunch of kids that might call me the N word in the future.

it’s in the 4 digits, and I can’t even walk on campus and score a Sloppy Joe or a Grannie’s Donut without the sheriff being alerted.

Speaking of sloppy! You don’t live within in a walkable city? Because someone in TikTok told you renting was a waste of money? Then you live in the drunk driving capital of the world, regardless of wherever you are! Doesn’t matter if it’s the suburbs, the sticks, or that part of Queens every Lyft driver lives in - with the 18 minute walk to anything.

Everyone pretends they don’t drink and drive, until you go to your local dive and see a very full parking lot.

The safety this makes you crave triggers the Hunger Games of all holiday invites - as everyone wants to be festive, but nobody wants their Subaru to be a crumpled up hood ornament on a Tacoma.

Oh you love reindeers?! Wait till their bum ass Uncle Buck tries to surprise wash your windshield like you’re in the Cross Bronx in the 80’s, on a candy cane swirl curved of a road, that’s still legally allows you to drive at 55 mph for some reason… with no rail guards.

But what’s a little holiday spirit without some homemade spiked eggnog, and a toddler kicking the s**t out of your economy seat?
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12/13/2025

REAL HIPPP HOPPP EDITION:

Am I too late with this post? This is for all the Johnny-Come-Lately’s who blew their X-mas bonus load last night in some townie bar in Long Island, getting sloppily getting dressed in a used & highly flammable St. Nicks get up, just to hit the metro & cash in on all the NYU & Columbia co-eds too drunk to realize they are making out with the wrong Santa, who may or may not smell like puke.

Sorry I don’t have any festive NYC-centric holiday memes to display today, as I’ve been trapped in the perpetual snow globe that is the Catskills. You know, the place where nobody is racist until their Subaru skids on black ice.

Today I woke in my beautiful home, a crisp 55 degrees inside of my bedroom, dreading the work being done on my house today. After 4 & one split finger years of trying to be an urban woodsman - I gave up on my fake-Brawny wood-stove for the more convenient mini-split/ forced air unit.

Of course I’m having a heart attack, because they have to put holes in my house, plus my little cabin aesthetic now looks like my home is on life support. I do admit these are first world problems, especially since I’m complaining about a system I purchased after our “beloved” president cucked us with his tariffs. But what’s politics if you can afford it right?

😩

Plus, we have more pressing issues in the world. NAS & PRIMO finally dropped an album for people who now have an unopened AARP letter in their kitchen junk drawer.

This was everything to me, nodding my unstreched neck back and forth, grabbing my enlarged prostate like I don’t have to p*e at 2, 5, and 7am. Looking at my bathroom mirror doing rap music finger guns while blocking the grey out of my beard. Looking outside at the snow capped hills thanking God I still have sins to pay for in life.

Although I switched my Dutchmasters for multivitamins - and my Timberlands for Muck Boats - I put on my Carhartt work pants, black hoodie & bonnet, and awaited the HVAC crew while smoking a Newport 1000. I had Nas playing as loud as you can at 9am, screw faces like the attic air froze it in place.
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11/18/2025

TODAY!!!!

11/07/2025

THE TWEEKIN WEEKEND EDITION:

Can someone please pass a law where I have to wear a Burka over my eyes?

I left Twitter because I couldn’t take it anymore. My algorithm became a jungle juice of MAGA malcontent and Groyper growing pains. “It’s what you’re clicking on,” my friends would tell me, but I couldn’t hear them, as I spent days reply-guying every dissenting opinion & racist slant like a triggered Whac-A-Mole player.

THREADS IS BETTER… I told myself, as I removed that cursed X off my Home Screen. Blue sky felt to TED Talkish for me, so the nuanced naïveté felt like a free space at the cool kids table.

End Back Pain? Don’t mind if I do. Ancient Cities along the Equator? Let me get a passport! Diet fads that don’t work? F**k I’m unemployed— Tell me more!

Then somehow those 20 vs 1 debates made it to my feed. The voices in my head that reminded me to do more crunches and eat less sugar are now debating college kids on whether if slavery was “cool or not” and which holy book plagiarized the other.

WiFi pundits who dropped out of community college & beauty school run the discourse in their TV watching sweats, while legacy media scrambles to stay relevant against vagrant tiny mic street solicitors. Communication became a caption. And clickbait became the new hello—with everything to follow being a pure hell, with no O.

Nobody c**s in the opinion o**y. We just “f**k-you” ourselves into exhaustion, collecting data like phone numbers of reluctant partners we know we’ll ghost forever.

Sometimes I put my phone down and won’t look at it for days.

The human consciousness wasn’t created to properly manage an overcapacity of cyber-crap. Your logic liver can’t process it; now your thoughts are muddled & constipated.

Do I know if we can get free buses and a cap on rent stabilized apartments? No, but it sure feels nice to hear someone lie to me in complete sentences using proper/ inoffensive English.

I don’t think this is how battered women feel—but in the fan fiction I’m scripting it kind of does. Being in a politically abusive relationship for so long, in a constant chaos loop of cruelty content… simply doing the bare minimum feels like a relief.
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11/05/2025

Congrats New York City.

I remember growing up, wishing these old folks would just let the youth take the wheel. We here now.

That ride is finally free.

❤️✌🏾

11/04/2025

THE HALAL CART IN HELL EDITION.

How’s that Chicken over Rice Dick Cheney?

To all of you “real New Yorkers”, who thought it was cute to post your lil’ “Never Forget” memes aimed at Mandani.. that brave lil intellectual “flex” you posted while sitting on a bird’s nest of toilet paper, in a gas station restroom somewhere off an interstate…

We won’t.
We won’t forget you.
We know you.

We saw you.

All puffed up and proud. Mama & Papa bear bread, ready to f**k it up for the homeland, because there’s no pity in “patriot”.

“NeVeR fOrGeT!”

You’re the type to smack the turban off a yellow cab driving Sikh and not tip.

You ordered some Chinese, then in anger you flung the styrofoam-fest at the bullet proof glass, calling the people behind the counter “Bat Eaters” or some s**t.

You told some Puerto Rican to go back to their country.

Maybe you did do all of these things.

And you did them while ordering a Bacon Egg & Cheese - or a Chopped if you’re Tik Tok’d - from a 24 hour deli, after a cabbie dropped you off at 5am.

You were a little drunk. That one company holiday party/ convention at the Javitts center that went left… but you slept safely, half undressed, wallet on the ground outside your door, knowing you’d wake up with a story.

And you did.

Blind to the stage hands & supporting artists that got you that Oscar.

Your cash still there.

I lived in 5th street & Avenue C. Moved there in 88. The towers were about a mile away, and I can’t tell you many memories of enjoying or even looking at the twins. I don’t think most people my age cared about them.

Most if us hated them, and because we did we ignored them. They were so invisible, Mayor Koch had to start a concert series to attract visitors.

I saw El Gran Combo there.

But let’s be real, it wasn’t the Leaning tower of Pisa. Nobody pretended it was their dick in photos.

Until it became one.

And it f**ked everyone.

For 2 years I worked at a photo lab whose main clients was the Medical Examiners Office. Twice a day I had to pick up and drop off film there. I saw those families there, waiting.

You can’t Gulianni & Bloomberg that pain away.
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10/24/2025

Thank you.

From the bottom of my heart.

Last night was everything.

As a reward for your patience, and all the suffering your eyes go through reading all 700 words that Instagram allows me, I would like to invite you all to what’s going to be the craziest Halloween party ever. 6 floors. A bunch of DJ’s, and a true work of art.

I’m giving 1 pair of VIP tickets for each night.
Tonight.
Tomorrow.
And next Friday & Saturday.

And a few GA passes.

All you have to do is say hi. A huge thanks to for having us, and

First one to my DM’s gets it.

Tell a friend.

10/23/2025

Back in September I was fortunate enough to tag along with to Germany to release their book. I only had one caveat, that I could also release a zine.

They obliged.

And then I had to sell a story about 1 random sexual encounter in NYC to a bunch of subway art enthusiasts…

😩

I sold out.

NYC tonight you get to hear me read it.

Cop a zine? Cool.

Cop a zine & a hat? I’ll giving away a pair of tickets to the craziest Halloween party ever, to the first 4 people that do.

(Always buy the merch 😉)

Highly recommended. Tell a friend. Please message me for the address. 6-8pm.