Huqleberry Redux

For me, Bastille day marks the halfway point of summer.  This summer has been a tumultuous one.

I’m weary of unhappiness and being surrounded by those that are defeated.  What happened to the optimism of 2009?  I certainly had some but now it seems to have faded into limbo, not yet pessimism but close.  Summer should flourish not wilt away like a flower deprived of sunlight. Fear not! After discovering a faster bike route to the Upper East Side, through Queens and the 59th Street Bridge as opposed to the Williamsburg Bridge, hope has returned.

Tortuous as it may seem, happiness is a cigarette away again.

She wore blue velvet.

Gundenisms

• When in Rome, do the Romans.
• I haven’t even gotten any of the good stuff yet… My dick is still in my pants.
• We’re gonna drink until we are hungry.

You probably don’t know who this man is.

After knowing him for over four years I still don’t really know him.  What I do know is he is full of a bizarre/dystopian wisdom that can only be referred to as  ‘Gundenisms.’

I’ve placed the burden upon my shoulders and have decided to keep a running record of these Gundenisms.  It is his legacy.

• I don’t need to go anywhere to become a prick. I’m already there.
• I guess I’m too tired to be clever.
• The Mighty Ducks put hockey on the map.
• Ten is a solid number.  I’m the one.  She is the zero (Moves index finger in and out of crude finger circle). Boom.
• SoCo and lime is liquid panty remover.
• Don’t pay for the mussels.  You pay for a full meal and you get a cock tease.
• I think I’m going to smoke a cigar later.

Watch him dance.