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Not Recommended Price

In the late-1970s I haunted the Metropolitan Museum of Art. The suggested admission was $5. I gave the cashier a quarter, since a fiver bought a nice meal at the Dorothy Draper’s elegantly designed Fountain Restaurant. Over the years I might have been to the museum a hundred times. I know the Asmat sculptures, the […]

Revenue Pirates

Two days ago I bicycled over to Chinatown. All the restaurants were closed after the storm, however one store was selling box lunches to the powerless neighborhood. Within minutes health inspectors descended on this violators of the health code and forced customers to give back their food without a refund. Fucking city. It’s back to […]

FREE THE RALPH

Last Thursday night I walked down Lafayette to repay a debt to the local bodega owner. Crossing South Portland I spotted several undercover NYPD cops gathered before Lafayette Ave. Meat Corp. Just the other day the bearded Palestinian had lent me $80, so I could send money to my son Fenway. All I had to […]

Fuck Ferrari

2008 started badly for me, when Thai cops raided my house in Pattaya with a warrant citing me with copyright infringement of Ferrari designed clothing. The investigators for the Italian sports car stood on the sidewalk, as the chief inspector from the Cyber-Crimes Unit in Bangkok approached me. His underlings had hands on their guns. […]

Head Rolling in the Snow

The most vicious movie ever filmed in the winter had to be FARGO by Coen Brothers. Critics portrayed the flick as a dark comedy about a kidnapping gone bad in the frozen wasteland of North Dakota. A place few Americans have ever visited. Murder, betrayal, horrifying body disposal and dialogues marked by huffs of icy […]