So Kluback invites me to the Rangers game last week.  While they are on their way to the playoffs, Stephen and I indulged in some draft beer and bad food.  Suddenly out of the corner of his eye Stephen spots some prod 2 “lemon drops” sitting next to us.  After further inspection we noticed they were on the feet of  Tre Anastasio, the lead singer of the band Phish. It’s cool if your not familiar with the band, its for people that were to young to get into the Grateful Dead, and to old to listen to anything good.  Steve starts talking to him about sneakers, and it turns out he recently became a sneaker head.  He said Dave’s Quality Meat was his favorite shop.  Steve then spent the next hour explaining exactly what sneakers he needs to purchase.  Tre bought a pair of Yeezy’s with his iphone on the spot.  Then Tre hipped us to some music he is into, but we were far to drunk to remember.  Fun facts about Phish.  Tre’s barn has an amazing recording studio in his barn, he was busted for meth, there is a Ben and Jerry’s ice cream named after them, the bass player was suspended in a sensory deprivation chamber to practice his instrument. Now sneakerhead can be added to that list.  The Rangers won.

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Well as Heppler spends his afternoon phoning divorced women who’s phone numbers he gets off the back of cars, or when not doing that he plays guess what dumpster the dirty sweatpants and diaper are in, we are busy searching the Internet to buy things so everyday can be xmas at our house. Well now on to the mailbag, this week toys, books ( without pictures ) and of course ART.

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The sound of a garden hose, or a leaky gutter is how I first noticed the homeless female bent over in a ritual she must execute several times a day.  Portland is disgusting.  When it doesn’t rain for a few days all the trash piss and shit piles up.  Its like walking in South Boston.  Since it rains so much it keeps most of the festering sludge moving into the river.  Also every person thinks they need to own a dog.  I don’t own a dog because I refuse to clean up after it or have to constantly watch where I step.  But that doesn’t matter everyone else owns a shitty dog so I still have to watch where I step.

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As you know Super Intern FONZ ended his life with us and got back to his real love of baby seal clubbing. Well he just finished his first attempt at the Georgia Aquarium and how do we know this you ask…

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When I was in San Francisco last I went to my mecca, Alcatraz.  While there you see this image everywhere, on the ticket stub, postcards, t-shirts…. Well I recently befriended the artist that designed this image.  Michael Schwab.  Come to find out he has done huge work for the National Parks, World Series, even the logo for my beloved Toyota FJ Crusier.  Anyway, Michael sent me a signed print of my most favorite spot in America… the good America, the North one.

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Well as always we have wasted yet more of our money on random shit, however we justify this by posting it here so in our head we figure if we share them with the world it makes it ok, well what did this mailbag bring? before we get to that let us also thank my trustee intern ( I use the word very loosely as he did not do shit the entire semester ) FONZ for sitting on the computer trying to help me land this mailbag ( he was unsuccessful in it but at least he tried and like GI Joe said that is half the battle ). Well onto the mailbag.

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Well we got word from the top that someone from WK12 was going to be in Atlanta for the day sadly I had meetings so was unable to escort Luke from WK to Atlantas finer places like the Clairmont lounge ( he found it however and found company ). I was able to make sure Luke left with a care package from the retail store I was babysitting ( hope you enjoy the stuff Luke and make sure to rub it in Hepplers face ) Luke had many adventures in his one day…. (more…)

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Everyday it’s been the same old thang on my block
Ya either workin or ya slangin cocaine on my block
Ya had to hustle, cuz that’s how we was raised on my block
And ya stayed on ya hop until ya made you a knot

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