The Edge is like my living room. The Mexican, Vietnemese, and Greek places around the corner are my kitchen. I can get great chicken and rice or mole tacos for cheaper than cooking for myself. The only home I need is a sleeping pod like in William Gibson’s Necromancer. Because of this, I’m thinking of getting rid of all my furniture and filling my apartment with chunks of foam. It makes sense in my head right now. Amid the ringing.
Last night at The Edge, Valerie threw a little soire for a regular named Alex who is shipping out to Iraq on Saturday. She’s nice like that. Tyler used chocolate sauce to create a giant sticky mustache, dirty Sanchez style. Hi-jinks abounded.
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Site of the Day: This cake made me dry heave this morning.