100 Metropolitan Avenue

It's below freezing with howling winds on my block, so walking in from the bodega just now I left the door to my building open, thinking "when I get back to my room, I'll post that there's a hallway for anybody who needs some shelter to come sleep in tonight." Of course by the time I got to this computer I was laughing out loud; the odds of anybody reading Xmastime that is homeless and yet has internet access, coupled with that fact that out of my almost 2000 fans I'm sure I am by far the poorest, makes for big fucking "who do you think you are, dumbass?" yucks. Ah well. Life, eh? A box of fucking crackers.