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Many of you may have seen Louis Vuitton's windows on 57th and 5th. It's really fuckin cool, but what the hell is it? Maybe it doesn't matter.
Driving down through Lake George, home of the lovely & talented Rachael Ray, I stopped by a video arcade with all the old games from the past. There was a shooting gallery, skeeball, asteroids, and many other old school video arcade games, including these two pictured below. With the tickets won from skeeball, I had enough to buy a harmonica at the prize redemption. So if you're in Lake George, NY, you can still play the oldies, as long as your wife lets you.

I haven't blogged in a month. Here's why. About a month ago i went to a place in Hell's Kitchen called "Bamboo 52", great happy hour from 4-9pm. Half off all exotic cocktails, hmmm. It was there i believe something sinister happened. Halfway through my 3rd drink, i stopped remembering. Maybe it was a bad reaction to the sake and sushi, maybe i was suffering from fatigue, but the night before i had gotten a magnificent 8 hours of sleep! Anyway based on my numerous years of college parties, happy hours and after work drinks, the effect was more powerful than any type of (alcohol based) jungle juice known to man. Luckily I brought my camera, who's memory sticks can not be altered by saketini's or sakesangria's. These pictures were my only clues in putting together what happened that evil night. The ones circled in red, I believe, are key pieces to solving this mystery. I will not accuse any suspects or reveal possible motives, it is not right at this juncture. However I inquire you, the reader, to examine these photos with a fresh pair of eyes. You may see something i have not.
beers.
I think graffiti on trucks have become socially accepted. Usually the standard of graffiti on trucks suck, but that's besides the point. Trucks seem to be more of a sketch pad rather than a real canvas, those being walls, garage doors, etc... Or it could be that wannabe graffitist think that trucks are company owned, so they're not really vandalizing anyone's personal property in theory. But what if someone really did buy one of these trucks for own their personal use and it was their sole means of transportation? Where the hell could you buy a truck like this, i've never seen cargo truck dealerships. Could you imagine a cargo truck dealership salesman? He's probably considered the low of the low amongst fellow salesman. Maybe that's where you start out, first in Cargo-truck sales, then you move to trailers, then used cars, then new cars. Actually there are too many types of cars to fit in the whole scheme of things when mapping out the hierarchy of car salesmen. For instance, where would winnebagos fit in? Anyway getting back on track, if i woke up in the morning to find my personal cargo-truck totally graffitied on, i'd be pissed. Unless of course it was some hip graf-artist from the early 80's.
Sometimes when things are crazy and shit is flyin back and forth, it's hard to take a step back, breath in and say,"what the fuck is going on?". I guess that's been the case for me the past few months. I forgot to take a breath and passed out. Only to wake up two months later to find out that summer is gone and i haven't the foggiest idea of where i've been.
However I haven't stopped taking pictures, and after i awakened from my dream, i found a few photos that somehow smuggled their way in to my camera. Who the hell took these photos and what connection do they have with me? Anyway let me know if you know.
I feel like knockers on door add so much character to a house. When I finally become a proud home owner, I'm getting one just like this. Well actually, I found one at the 39th St antique fair, a bull's head with a nose ring that doubles as a knocker. Maybe that's a little too ambitious for my studio apartment but one day, yes... one day. This picture is from a little inn upstate in redhook new york.