whenever I leave the city, in the closing moments, everything seems new again. like these huge stains in my subway station. I come to the same station 5 days a week and hardly bat an eye at these jainormous, gruesome things. that's not Krink either, that's subway grime... and they're not cleaning it up (that shit wouldn't last a day in the DC Metro).

ahhh. my destination, the LA store. it's still got that new store luster.

blu jemz wasn't too psyched to be at work. he djed some private tasting of johnny walker and had four $80 glasses of scotch.

the gaslamp killer aka willie was the opposite, bursting with unhuman energy. i've always wanted to check out his dj sets, but sorry dude, the dewars had me last night. drinking by yourself is highly underrated!

more updates coming.