This weekend I will be on "Wise Guys" with John Tabacco. I met him at Paradise Island on Staten Island. Which was surprisingly paradise. It's like West Virginia was honey-I-shrunk-the-kids into one island.
It's sad I have to go to the very southern end of NYC to feel I belong. Especially since I am really a perfect match for the enjoyed lunacy of Washington Square Park.
Will I spend more time down there? I was invited to another MAGA bash on Saturday to meet Curtis Sliwa the republican for mayor and Scott Lobaido his chief lieutenant. I'll go if it comes with ground transportation.
But this is home. The Flyin' Tenth! I don't care how many boys don't like me. They can't do anything to me.
I am going to The Park! today for 4:20 and related fun! I always have a good time. More so every time.
Maybe you'll see me there. Or flying through the East Village on my ways to and from. Remember to look for a flaming comet in the middle of the street.