KICK ASS

Published in the district Jan. 23, 2008.




You're the miserable deviant who decided it was necessary to kick and destroy the side mirrors of multiple vehicles down Broadway in Belmont Shore on a Friday night.

Did your Neanderthal friends hoot and holler while your ogre foot, like a pestilence, blighted private property?

You're a chancre on the foul dick of misery. My Christian mother would advise me to forgive your selfishness, but unfortunately for you I'm a sinner and I curse your foot.

I "pray" it falls off one day.

Catch balero fever

Did you say you pulled the first part of this trick Jeff?

You weren't standing up were you?

Explanation.

Roughly two years ago I visited Rosarito, Mexico. I spent a few days drowning my liver.

By the end, I felt the need to buy something to remember my morning pain.

I found this toy wrapped in plastic. I might have recognized it from my childhood or something, but an impulse made me buy it - maybe it was God.

Two years and a few baleros later, I'm still playing.

Some of my friends have caught the fever too.

Two Thousand Eight

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