After visiting a friend on St. Marks Place in the East Village, I stopped for a beer at a nearby pub and was immediately approached by a cute hippie girl who handed me a flier printed on blood red paper demanding Bush get out of New York. I told her I’m sorry, but that I love Bush—especially New York Bush—and that I was looking forward to seeing lots of Bush
August 29, 2004
August 29, 2004
protein wisdom’s Republican National Convention coverage, 2
After visiting a friend on St. Marks Place in the East Village, I stopped for a beer at a nearby pub and was immediately approached by a cute hippie girl who handed me a flier printed on blood red paper demanding Bush get out of New York. I told her I’m sorry, but that I love Bush—especially New York Bush—and that I was looking forward to seeing lots of Bush
August 29, 2004
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August 29, 2004
protein wisdom’s Republican National Convention coverage, 1
Not much to report yet. My flight was rather ordinary, as was the coffee I had this morning—which tasted the same as Colorado coffee, though it cost me $1.50 more. Maybe because of the fancy paper cup with fold-out cardboard handles. Or maybe because Mayor Bloomberg is an insane tax pimp. Anyway, in the Big Apple’s defense, the poppy bagel and whitefish salad I had for breakfast was superb. As
August 29, 2004
protein wisdom’s Republican National Convention coverage, 1
Not much to report yet. My flight was rather ordinary, as was the coffee I had this morning—which tasted the same as Colorado coffee, though it cost me $1.50 more. Maybe because of the fancy paper cup with fold-out cardboard handles. Or maybe because Mayor Bloomberg is an insane tax pimp. Anyway, in the Big Apple’s defense, the poppy bagel and whitefish salad I had for breakfast was superb. As