At three a.m. I went to pick up the next day’s breakfast at the overpriced Korean market near my house (good produce though). On the way home, I walked by that Williamsburg institution, Planet Thailand, and looked through the wall of windows into the restaurant. On the large TV screen over the bar, a pretty East Asian woman was masturbating on a lawn chair. Her scene was intercut with one of man doing sit ups beside a pool. I saw no one at the bar or down the length of restaurant. My faith in humanity restored, I continued homeward.
A friend of mine stationed in Iraq just notified me about a special project he’s involved in. I guess he only told me about it now because the army had been very secretive about it until recently. Basically, he’s a scout on a low-flying plane that attacks insurgents trying to plant IED’s. The detail in this article is fascinating, if you’re interested in how the war is being waged on a tactical level.
‘Whenever I can get my hands on it.’
‘Police pulled Tyson over after the boxer had spent the evening at Scottsdale’s Pussycat Lounge. An officer said he saw Tyson wiping a white substance off the dashboard of his black BMW, and that his speech was slurred.
Authorities said they found bags of cocaine in Tyson’s pocket and in his car.
Tyson told officers later that he used cocaine “whenever I can get my hands on it,” and that he preferred to smoke it in Marlboro cigarettes with the tobacco pulled out, according to court documents. He also told police that he used marijuana that day and was taking the antidepressant Zoloft, the documents state.’