Also in the West Village, I think somewhere near Little West 12th, if not actually on LIttle West 12th:
I bet sometimes reading these entries of mine is like waiting for ice to freeze so you can then put it in a big CBGBs pint glass and fill it with Coke Zero and sip it through a Subway straw. No, wait — that's what I'm doing right now.
Look on the bright side, I could still be talking scanner stuff, but I'm not only because it's been a well-behaved technological marvel. Now look, I'm sure it'll totally blow up on me now that I'm giving it big ups.
Do people even use, "big ups" anymore?