All business, all the time, Michael Gary Scott. Tonight might be something like this. Maybe…

[Show tonight, The George Tavern, Commercial Road, 1900, Free]

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(via ruinedchildhood)

humansofnewyork:

"In my heart of hearts, I wanted to do the right thing, but selling drugs was easy. Everyone was doing it. I mean, I’m not using that as an excuse, I made my own decisions. But I grew up around these Robin Hood figures who would sell drugs, then buy supplies for kids who were going back to school, or pay rent for an old woman who was about to get evicted. All my friends were doing it. It almost seemed fashionable. I never felt proud of it. I always thought I’d transition to a job with the Transit Authority, or a job like this— something I’d feel good about, but instead I transitioned to jail. I did six years. When I got out, it was tempting to go back to the easy money, because everyone around me was still doing it, and I couldn’t get a job. But luckily I found an agency that helps ex-cons, because there aren’t many companies looking to give people a second chance. I’ve had this job for a few years now. You know what product I’m selling now? Myself. Everyone around here is my client. Times Square is a drug to these people. And I’m picking up all the trash so that they can have the full Times Square experience."

humansofnewyork:

"In my heart of hearts, I wanted to do the right thing, but selling drugs was easy. Everyone was doing it. I mean, I’m not using that as an excuse, I made my own decisions. But I grew up around these Robin Hood figures who would sell drugs, then buy supplies for kids who were going back to school, or pay rent for an old woman who was about to get evicted. All my friends were doing it. It almost seemed fashionable. I never felt proud of it. I always thought I’d transition to a job with the Transit Authority, or a job like this— something I’d feel good about, but instead I transitioned to jail. I did six years. When I got out, it was tempting to go back to the easy money, because everyone around me was still doing it, and I couldn’t get a job. But luckily I found an agency that helps ex-cons, because there aren’t many companies looking to give people a second chance. I’ve had this job for a few years now. You know what product I’m selling now? Myself. Everyone around here is my client. Times Square is a drug to these people. And I’m picking up all the trash so that they can have the full Times Square experience."

In the big top, tomorrow night!

We have a show on tomorrow night at The George Tavern, on Commercial Road (in the Whitechapel/Limehouse area). Come! We’ll do songs and that, we’ll encourage photos and stuff, we’ll hawk merch and whatever. Honestly, we’re excited to be performing again and would love to see anybody who’s able to make it. Our stage time is c.2100, but the other acts will be well worth catching too [ah’m really keen to see the headliners, Legend in Japan]. Entry cost is zero pounds.

PS - if anyone’s interested in playing roadie for the night in exchange for food and drink throughout the evening, get in touch, yo!

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(via chub-rub-casserole)

1nd2rd3st:

if someone sends you anon hate, copy/paste their message into your own inbox on anon except add a really stupid typo that you can make fun of in your reply. your hater will think they fucked up and be too embarrassed to ever send you hate again.

An helpful tip. Noted.

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(via subliminal-rnessaging)

heroincest:

tomhankssucks:


Former cement factory turned home and office of architect Richardo Bofill, 


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heroincest:

tomhankssucks:

Former cement factory turned home and office of architect Richardo Bofill, 

🍑

Recycle.

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(via intractably)


“I really don’t want to see anyone surpass Ric Flair’s 16 time World Champion record.”

THIS. Can’t emphasise enough that this record must hold. ‘You shall not pass’ and all that. 
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I really don’t want to see anyone surpass Ric Flair’s 16 time World Champion record.”

THIS. Can’t emphasise enough that this record must hold. ‘You shall not pass’ and all that. 

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Oh, Mom, you’re just jealous - it’s the Beastie Boys! — Beastie Boys