This awesome motherfucken bird visited the Palace this morning. I think it’s a peregrine falcon. Whatever it is, it is badass.
I have no idea what’s going on with the
Penis Freedom Tower these days. It appears to be ejaculating.
I’m always open to new digs. With a few modifications, the top few floors of this building (Grove St. @ 7th Ave.) might be suitable for Palace purposes.
Picked up my spiffy re-winterized boots today from my shoe d00d on Hudson Street. “Gimme da tire tread,” I told him. He obliged, for far less than I’d pay for a new pair.
As usual, paparazzi plague and besiege me. It turns out that photographers DO NOT like it when you take their picture.
There were these weird light beams in the sky tonight. WTF?