At this height, everything is accessible...

Tuesday Night

My neighbor tongue kissed a 6 foot 2 young mom for an hour outside her Chelsea apartment...

Neighbor: "Yeah, its like her pussy is right there, her tits...at this height everything is accessible..."

That night, I was arguing with Sax about the Pottery Barn style headboard he nabbed from the street that he insisted on keeping in our room.

Sax: We're grown ass people- we need a serious bed.

Three months ago, we broke our bed and had been sleeping on a slope until we finally bought a bed frame and board from Sleepys. The headboard is for a Queen Bed and does not connect to our bed so we put it up against the wall in front of our bed to give off the illusion of a serious bed.

Sax: yeah, I was like waking up with headaches cuz all the blood had gone to my feet.

The illusion of the serious bed was great except for the fact that every morning we would wake up with the headboard practically falling on our heads.

Yummicoco: I am moving this shit out of here!

Sax: No!!! What are you doing?! Stop!

(Yep. Jealous?)

So we moved the headboard to the living room last night and hopefully Sax put it in the basement today.

TOXIC MUFFIN?

Last week, high up in a balcony at the Old Styvesant School with Sax I watched as Debbie Harry sang Blondie songs with the prepubescent band from arts school ICE.

The conductor, Sax's mentor and friend of Debbie, played his sax eighties style, falling to his knees as he broke it down for the masses.

Sax: "yeah man"