Someone keeps driving down 7th street blasting MJ so loud. This happened almost every night this week.
Usually I wouldn’t mind, but I must rouse early tomorrow to make my way to the Nathan’s hot dog eating competition on Coney Island. This must be what it’s like for goys on Christmas Eve or something. When I went to the competition last year, Joey Chestnut pulled the win, chomping 59 hot dogs in 10 minutes plus a five dog overtime. Who knows what is in store this year.
While there is certainly something highly objectionable about the insane amount of processed factory meat that will be guzzled tomorrow, I don’t know, God Bless America.
Meat in excess! Happy Independence Day, motherfuckers.
