phloggin' the grande pomme

So exhausted, trying to look Laguardia-level-excited.


Helen assumed the position called "The Blackberry", and didn't break the pose for 5 days. I was impressed.


Skylines. Skyscrapes.



Andre the Giant has a bicycle posse.


I once spent Halloween in Prague. That was nothing. NYC was fucking insane. I saw a parade of Borats. Then the Ghostbusters came running through the streets with a steaming box of ectoplasm.


Then a zombie had to make a call.


Then I was attacked by a gay, 6 foot spider wearing ass floss (not pictured).


Times Square, duurrrrrhhhh.


Just incase there was any concern,

Harry Houdini has a posse.


It's illegal to dance in NYC. We broke the law.


Check the gigantic styro gun hanging from the sign.


Shout out out out out played a neat bar called The Annex. Matt fuckin' Webb showed up!


Free beer. Free Vodka. Street with S&M Shops. Add one found aligator head. Stir in a grumpy jack wolfskin:


Hungover. Stuck in traffic. I'd better don a sequined frankenstein mask before I catch a cold.


Fuck traffic. Take the subway.


Even if it's crowded.


And gives John a gasface.


There's always a Sheri Barclay on the other side (COMPLETELY RANDOM MEETING, BTW)


OK fine - Since Sheri interviewed us for her radio show, she gets another pic:


I took a day to myself to see some sights. Sights were saw.



This is the DeutcheBank, across from the WTC. They're DE-Constructing it, floor by floor. it's taken 5 years to take off 10 floors. 40 to go.


Oh yeah, this crazy bitch. She's way smaller than I imagined.


Then I met up with the Shouties again. They tore the Fader party a new asshole. Check it.



They played with a fuckin' AMAZING band from Ohio called This Moment In Black History. They were...sick. Seek, destroy, consume.



What else can I tell you? Shout out played on the smallest stage known to man. They barely fit, but Jacie still had room to pump a fist or several.


Did I mention that we stayed in the asshole of the world AKA North Bergen, New Jersey? Look at the pristine view from my room.


Oh yeah, we also ran into Bryan Kulba's older twin. He turned out to be Michael Hollett, publisher of NOW Magazine, and founder of NXNE. Whoah.


For reals, look at Michael, then look at Bryan:



Then we kidnapped Rollie and tried to find the Justice party. Turns out that John is bad at navigating, awesome at uplighting with a maglight.


Spooky, nes pas?

and that was my trip.

x's and o's from Toronto, friends.