With his big dookey braid and closet gay persona, Freedom's reign was not meant to last.
But how does one stay relevant these days?
I chatted with the sweetest Brit actor who kept scratching his nose. cocaine? bad sinuses? the odor from my smelly boots wafting up his nostrils?
no clue.
Split a reuben sandwich and a bowl of matzoh ball soup at Junior's on Flatbush with Sax on Saturday. We ordered pastrami but got corned beef style instead.
Brooklyn can be fun!
My secret obsessions:
Two packets of Swiss Miss Hot Chocolate in one cup and the movie White Chicks.
Monday, November 20, 2006
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