N.B.: This is today’s second post.
If you live in or around New York and want to know what I look like with a) no clothes on and b) tumescent genitalia, feel free to come to this party in the east village (#1 Chinese Restaurant, 4th Street and Avenue B). Feel free to bring cash to shove into my socks.
I don’t know how much longer I’m going to be able to continue doing this. The tawdriness and depravity aren’t a problem at all, of course; it’s just that I long ago lost the ability to stay up so late past my bedtime without paying for it.