Bikekill yourself
October 27th 2007 We arrived at JFK airport at 7:30AM. Red eye and my sleeping pill is still working. After a jaunt on the tube we arrive at Adam’s place in Brooklyn. Adam informed me this was going to be a crazy weekend around his place, I’m wondering what he has in mind. He answer’s the door in a bloody white shirt with peels of grafted skin still clinging to his neck. Hospitable as ever he welcomes us in w
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