Eat Your Heart Out …
You know, if there is one thing I miss, it’s having a belfry. Back in our hometown, we used to hang out in them all the time. But NYC kids tend to waste time at Gray’s Papaya—only being a vegan, I can’t even partake of the hot dogs. Just the salsa.
Hudson, my li’l bro, did NOT celebrate a righteous Valentine’s Day, as his class got sick of his Save The World – Or Else militant green campaign. He is one of those kids who is way too handsome for his own good. I sent Dylan Easterby a love sonnet, which my friend Pete said was the last word in Dork McGork, but that is how I roll, I say it with sonnets.
Is your teacher still MIA? What’s up with your substitute? Last year, we made our Spanish substitute cry. Her name was Senora Piñas. The whole class kept pronouncing the short “i” as a long “e” and … well, you get the rest. She was young, it was just too easy.
I was gonna send you some chocolate-covered ants for Valentine’s Day, but dang, Vlad, they were expens$ive. And I am saving my greenbacks to go see The Mackerels, they are this new alt. reggae group, I am really into them these days.
Post Me. xxoo