It's Springtime in Brooklyn. And the sheer fact that it's above 10 degrees and the snow is mostly off the ground, makes me want to clean out my closet, get rid of all of my bulky coats and run half naked through the streets. I can't help you get half naked, but I can help you clean out your closet. I spent all day going back and forth
I had a love affair with New Orleans the moment I stepped onto her old crooked cobblestone roads, saw the gaslights dance on a moody, starless night, got pulled into an old blues bar by the crying of a trombone. I've gone back there time and time again, performing on her stages, even carrying out a massive kidnapping for Burke on our anniversary there
It's Springtime in Brooklyn. And the warm weather makes us want to throw out half the things we own and run half naked through street sprinklers (i.e. illegally opened fire hydrants). I can't help you get half naked. But I can help you attack your closet. 1. This is a job to be done with one of my favorite drugs