Thank God the Summer Is Ending: Back to Work

I spent the weekend entertaining my sister and nephew, sauntering about town, partaking in gross levels of hedonism — eating and drinking, quite superficially, and laughing in a very capricious manner. So you know, “The Fly” doesn’t like to laugh — he merely chuckles, vaguely, and only when it’s suitable to put down his smoking pipe.

Dinner was served in Brooklyn, NY tonight, in a locale reminiscent of the bar featured in Goodfellas, festooned with relics of yesterday, older Italian men drinking espresso with coffee beans in it, lemon peels, and ample amounts of Sambucca. Having been raised in an Italian household, mainly by my grandfather, this was a very familiar scene for me — harkening to a day when men would open Johnny pumps in the street so that kids could cool off in the summer heat.

My nephew, ironically, noticed the lack of gender neutral bathrooms at this establishment, suggesting that perhaps it was a ‘regressive’ place filled with ‘white supremacists.’

Labor Day is upon us and it has been a long summer of nothingness, shit talking, and gratuitous comedy by fucktards in the comments section. Need I remind you little shits, you’re not the counter-culture, but whores of Babylon, mind-controlled cogs in the wheel of evil that will be cracked asunder, under the weight of freedom?

Yes, indeud — your day of reckoning is coming and when it does, I will be presiding over your dead body, dousing your corpse with gasoline — tossing matches at your recalcitrant face.