Party Haiku:
reckless abandon.
imbibed too many Keystones.
passed out on my porch.

Morning After Haiku:
Bastard one above!
Shitty neighbor banging floor.
That is my ceiling.

Ok, congrats to all involved. The party was nice, people were chatting, schmoozing, mingling, chewing the fat and shooting the shit. Big ups to all the people I met and stuff.

No more blog, me leave house…me find foodstuffs…mmmmm, foodstuffs

When I told people that I was moving to Buffalo the reactions were a mix of shock and confusion. “Why Buffalo?� they all asked. Like little trained monkeys they asked, “Why not move to LA or NYC?� One after another, they said literally the same thing. It was then that my realization crystallized that Buffalo might be a perfect place to go simply because it’s not a hot destination for trendy fucks (pardon my French).
    I know, I know, you say, “But Jon trendy, scenester fucks abound in Tuff Buff.â€? To this I would say perhaps but at least there isn’t an influx of trend seeking idiots who watch to many episodes of the Real World to understand the real world.

Long story short…

Buffalo Rocks.

Just moved here from wonderful whitebread Colorado. Need to go to the DMV. Excitement.

you may see me stripping and refinishing a dresser on elmwood...feel free to stop by or bring me sandwhiches or something