August 25, 2011

These days when most people here the words, “30 Rock” they think of Tina Fey and her TV show. So tonight I thought I’d take you on a real life tour of 30 Rock after dark. So it’s off we go.

I was hoping to get out of work a little early, but a bunch of shit happened towards the end of my shift and now it's around 11:30. I want to go to the observation deck which is called, "The Top of the Rock." It closes at midnight so hopefully we can get there for the last few minutes.

Fuck, a train just pulled off out of the station. That means a long wait, this doesn't look good.

But then about thirty seconds later a train pulls up, maybe our luck is turning around!

But just as the train takes off I realize I've boarded a downtown train. We need to go uptown to 30 Rock. Fuck! I'm a complete idiot! And this guy has his pant leg rolled up and is scratching his scabby leg. This night is not going well.

Shit, here we are at Washington Square. It's a ten minute walk from here to where I live. i'm half tempted just to go home, but I didn't go out last night, so I'll tough it out.

Okay, here's the uptown train. Hopefully this won't take long.

Well, we made it here fairly quickly and it's a little before midnight, maybe we can still make the Top of the Rock.

Fuck, it's closed.

Here's the back area of Thirty Rock. In the winter it's a skating rink.

In the summer it's a courtyard. Hey, there's a bar down there, I sure could use a beer right now, let's go.

Down the stairs...

And this woman told me that they were closing. I told her I was going to take a photo and she started running away. This night appears to be hexed. I think I know what needs to be done.

Taxi!

Obligatory taxi acid flashback shot.

And back home to the beer fridge. It's a little pathetic compared to Britta's fridge from yesterday, but what are you going to do? And look, in addition to the Sol for Britta that Gene and Terry brought by, I've got an orphan can of Modela for Tom when they get here in a couple of weeks. Goodnight everybody and see you tomorrow after dark.

Top of the Rock
30 Rockefeller Plaza (Between 5th and 6th Ave.)
212-698-2000

Further reading: Rockefeller Center, New York Architecture, Huffington Post and NBC Studio Tour.

You Might Also Like: Charles Nelson Reilly, David Ogden Stiers and Raymond J. Johnson Jr.

Four 30’s
thirtysomething (Beware, you know who is lurking on this page, he’s everywhere!)
Hotel 30 30
Thirty Seconds To Mars
The Thirty Tyrants

Though we rush ahead to save our time,
We are only what we feel,
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August 24, 2011

I had to go into work early today at 10 AM and now it’s over twelve hours later and I just got home from a horrible, stress-filled day/night at work. Usually tonight’s swizzle stick night, but I’m fucking beat so I just came home. I’m too burned out to even write a short story so I looked around my apartment for something to write about and saw the books I bought from St. Mark’s Bookshop last night and a light bulb went off over my head. Then the acid flashback went away and I had an idea. I’ll type a random paragraph from each book under a photo of the book and that’ll be tonight’s entry. I may do this every once in a while with some other books in my apartment, so here goes, what I’ve decided to call: "MAD Looks At Books!”

Just Kids by Patti Smith
The Chelsea was like a doll’s house in the Twilight Zone with a hundred rooms, each a small universe. I wandered the halls seeking its spirits, dead or alive. My adventures were mildly mischievous, tapping open a door slightly ajar and getting a glimpse of Virgil Thomson’s grand piano, or loitering before the nameplate of Arthur C. Clarke, hoping he might suddenly emerge. Occasionally I would bump into Gerr Schilff, the German scholar, armed with volumes on Picasso, or Viva in Eau Sauvage. Everyone had something to offer and nobody appeared to have much money. Even the successful seemed to have just enough to live like extravagant bums.

Public Illumination Magazine—Staff: Miss Davenport, Mr. Cologne
Singer-actress Cher was admitted to St. Monica’s Hospital in Los Angeles on Tuesday, complaining of flu-like symptom's and fatigue. On Thursday the hospital’s chief of pulmonary research, Dr. Paul Belsen, announced the the entertainer had been diagnosed with mononucleosis.

I Slept With Joey Ramone by Mickey Leigh with Legs McNeil
The crowd gave it a minute, which was about one whole song. They thought there was a technical problem or something. But when the Ramones began their second song, and it was justl like the first one, the kids in the audience realized that was indeed the show—and then they turned. The look on their faces is a priceless memory for me today, but that night it was pretty scary. Damn, it was only some guys playing music, but the crowd acted like they were stoning a bunch of murderous child molesters.

Lucha Libre
Masked Superstars of Mexican Wrestling—Photographs by Lourdes Grobet
The public still remembered when the Mexican wrestler shouted to her rival, who laid flat on the mat: “Get up you miserable piece of imported trash!” Never before had a Mexican female wrestler snagged the world crown and few expected Molina to change that. Expectations were high that Willimas would triumph.

100 Whores by Mykola Dementiuk
When you went out with a whore you never knew what you were going to get—a fucking, a blow-job, or just a stinking hand-job. I’d even gone out with a few whores who just lay there while I felt them up. Maybe it was my nature that they read right off the bat, knowing I was just a plain old wuss and they could get away with anything.

The end. Goodnight everybody and see you tomorrow after dark.

Further reading: NY Times, Village Voice, goodreads.com and 100 Whores.

You Might Also Like: Dr. Pepper, Dr. Strangelove and Dr. Acula.

Five Random Books On One Of My Bookshelves.
Fast Times At Ridgemont High by Cameron Crowe
The Great Shark Hunt by Hunter S. Thompson
The Verdict by Barry Reed
The Electric Kool-Aid Acid Test by Tom Wolfe
The Deer Hunter by E.M. Corder

Time Is Tight

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Bonus Beer Fridge Photos From Britta!

A while back MAD commenter and blogger, Britta commented about her beer fridge and I was curious about it and she sent me these photos of it. Are you like me and are you thinking the following thoughts right now: Party at Britta's! Oh and it was her birthday a couple days ago, so happy birthday to you, Britta! Thanks for the photos!

August 23, 2011

There was a post yesterday at Jeremiah’s Vanishing New York that quoted Patti Smith’s book, “Just Kids,” concerning the old Allerton Hotel on Houston Street. I’ve been meaning to get that book and it leads into tonight’s Six Pack, which I debuted last Monday. If you missed that post, basically what I’m going to do every Monday is go to six places and get six of the same item and compare or in tonight’s case, I’m going to one place and get six items. And what better place to get six items than St. Mark’s Bookshop, where Jeremiah said the book was available? Not too many, so it’s off to St. Mark’s we go.

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Zingo! Here we are at St. Mark's Bookshop.

And there's the book I'm looking for, "Just Kids" by Patti Smith. Let's go in and find it and five other things to buy in here.

There's lots of choices in here, many of them you'll never find on Amazon or in a Barnes and Noble's.

And here's the book I'm looking for. That was easy.

And look at this, I ran into an old friend I haven't seen in years, Patrick. We used to work together all those years ago and he's buying a motorvational book by author David Katz. This book has been known to induce suicide in six out of seven buyers, so I hope Patrick is careful! This is something else unique about local book stores, you won't run into old chums on Amazon. Great to see you again, Patrick and be careful with that book!

Okay, I need five more items for my six pack tonight, let's go look for them.

These two are tempting, but I'm going to keep shopping.

This looks cool, Public Illumination Magazine. Looks like purchase number two of the six pack for tonight.

Let's check out this table of books...

"I Slept With Joey Ramone" by Mickey Leigh! I met Mickey last year on my bar crawl and he was a great guy. I've been meaning to get this and it's on sale, so I'll add this to the six pack.

"Masked Superstars of Mexican Wrestling!" I gotta get this.

And here's the other book I came in here in search of, "100 Whores" by Mykola "Mick" Dementiuk. He's a New York writer and I'm anxious to read the tales in this tome.

And the last purchase is going to be a postcard. Want me to mail it to you? If you're the first one who asks me to in the comments section, it's yours.

And Benjamin rings up this week's six pack. He told me the store is suffering in these bad economic times, so if you live in New York, stop by and buy a book or two and if you don't buy one online, the website is right below. Fuck Amazon and keep this place in business!

Oh and here's the postcard. The end. Goodnight everybody and see you tomorrow after dark.

St. Mark's Bookshop
31 Third Avenue (Between 8th and 9th St.)
212-260-7853

Further reading: EV Grieve, New York Magazine, Racked and Village Voice.

You Might Also Like: Fuzzy Navel, Fuzzy Wuzzy and Fuzzy Duffel Bag (truthfully, is this you, csp?)

Four Other Saints
Susan Saint James
St. Stephen
The Saint of Fort Washington
The Saint

I'll be your whatever you want,
The bong in this reggae song.

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Bonus Book Link By Ilisha Helfman!

Speaking of books, check out my friend Ilisha Helfman's book which is an introduction into Jazzknitting. Even if you're not into knitting, you should take a look at it, it's beautifully designed and has some great tales in it. You can read all about it here: Jazzknitting.

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August 22, 2011

It’s request night tonight at MAD. MAD commenter and former co-pilot of the 365 Bars blog, Al Rizzo, suggested I check out Wo Hop’s Chinese restaurant in Chinatown. Al never led me wrong at 365, so let’s go check it out for Sunday dinner!

Welcome to Chinatown! Okay, let's go find Wo Hop's. I'm starving!

I love this Chinese neon sign.

Even in Chinatown there's no escape!

It's a rainy night out tonight, but luckily for once I know where I'm going. Just a few blocks to...

Mott Street and we're almost there.

And here we are at 17 Mott Street, Wo Hop Restaurant.

Let's go down the stairs and check it out.

Wow, it's packed, but I've been told a table will open up momentarily for me.

And here it is. A table for two. Myself and...

Gumby!

And an ice cold Tsingtao beer is served up. I think Al made a good choice, let's take a little tour.

Here's the table directly behind mine. Hi, Wilfred Brimley, loved you in Cocoon!

Booths line this wall of the restaurant.

And there's tables in the middle. It's a little cramped in here and tough to maneuver, so let's get back to the table.

The walls are plastered with random photos, business cards and postcards.

Hey look, a young Emo Philips!

I love it when you return to your table and there's a bowl of hot and sour soup waiting for you!

I've had countless bowls of hot and sour soup in my day, and I can definitely say that this is the best I've ever had.

For the main course I got the 4D Lo Mein, which has chicken, beef, pork and shrimp amidst the vegetables, soft noodles and brown gravy.

It was simply delicious!

Well, I made a decent dent in it, but no way can I finish it all. Looks like I'll be having it again tomorrow night.

Obligatory after dinner Wo Hop mirror shot!

And it's up the stairs and out into the night. "Watch your steps!" Always good advice! Goodnight everybody and see you tomorrow after dark.

And thanks to Al for another great suggestion! Great to have you back on board as a co-pilot!

Wo Hop
17 Mott St. (Between Mosco St. and Chatham Square)
212-962-8617

Further reading: Revel in New York, New York Magazine,  NY Times and facecrack.

You might also like: Cock Soup, Cock and Bull and Cock-A-Doodle-Doo.

Four Other Chinatowns
San Francisco
Chicago
Singapore
Los Angeles

 

One day she gets her final pay,
And she goes far away.

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August 21, 2011

Live, from New York, it’s Cheeseburger Saturday Night! Starring Burger Burger (from a suggestion by Eric Fusco) and featuring the Ready For Prime Beef Player, Marty Wombacher. Ladies and Gentlemen, all the way in the Financial District, please welcome Burger Burger!

Okay, here we are up from the subway in the heart of the Financial District. Now I need to find Pearl Street.

And through the miracle of this thing called the internet, you're spared a half an hour of walking around lost and in circles and asking people for directions before eventually coming upon...Pearl Street! Now we're off to find Burger Burger.

And whoomp, here it is!

Here's the special of the day, a summer burger.

You place your order up at the cash register inside.

And here's the man taking the order behind the counter, Jeff.

As you can see, they're doing a brisk business tonight. Lots of burgers on the grill.

There's a counter area inside where you can sit and eat your meal, but it's a little warm in here tonight...

So I think I'll sit outside.

Here's a little tip for those of you who want to enjoy a beer with your burger. Burger Burger doesn't serve beer, but if you sit in the Dubliner section of the outside seating area in the alley way, you can get a beer from one of their hostesses.

Here's the table I chose.

Gumby's all settled in.

And here's lovely Lanetta from the Dubliner with an ice cold beer! You should note that the other restaurants in the area won't let you sit in their sections and eat food from Burger Burger, so tip your Dubliner server well at the end of the evening!

Here's a view of the whole alley of outdoor seating. It's really nice here and a great people watching spot.

But some people can't stop staring at computer screens.

And here's Jeff with tonight's cheeseburger dinner. Door to door service, nice!

The burger and onion rings look great!

The Bill Burger is a little messy to eat, but it's delicious!

And as the sun sets on the Financial District, I set off to try and find the subway back home. Goodnight everybody and see you tomorrow after dark!

My Meal
I got the Bill Burger which is a six ounce burger topped with American cheese, sauteed onions, and horseradish cream sauce. It comes on an English muffin (you can get all their burgers on an English muffin) and it was delicious. It comes with your choice of French fries or mixed greens, but I got the onion rings instead. The onion rings were a pleasant surprise. I ordered them extra well done and that’s the way they came and they were the crispiest and tastiest onion rings I think I’ve ever had.

In addtition to the Bill Burger, there’s 15 varieties of burgers available at Burger Burger including: a Chili Cheeseburger, Pizza Burger, Bison Burger and The New Yorker which is, Swiss cheese, sauteed mushrooms, onions and sour cream. They also have six kinds of Nathan’s Famous Hotdogs on the menu and chicken sandwiches—regular and Cajun. Sides include Chicken Tenders, five varieties of fries, jalapeño poppers and mozzarella sticks. They offer seven kinds of homemade milk shakes including: caramel, Neapolitan, Oreo and Reese’s Peanut Butter.

Thanks to Eric Fusco for the suggestion and for the wise-ass Google directions.

Cheeseburger Rating
Three Wimpys, an excellent burger.

Burger Burger
77 Pearl St. (Between Coenties Alley and Hanover Square)
212-269-9100

Further reading: Menu Pages, New York magazine and Smoking Hot Waitress.

You Might Also Like: Chardonnay, Chard and Charo.

Four Unusual Burgers
Glazed Donut Cheeseburgers
MRE Burger
Cheeseburger Waffles
Fried Ice Cream Cheeseburger

She came, she came to meet a man, she found an angel.
Goo goo, goo goo Barabajagal was his name now.

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Bonus Photo by Lindsay Wengler!

Here's a cool silhouette photo that Lindsay took at the first Chillmaster Dance Party! Check out more of Lindsay's photography at her blog: Single Linds Reflex Photoblography.

August 20, 2011

A couple of weeks ago after a failed attempt at hanging out at the Chillmaster’s, I just bought a bag of beer and wandered around the East Village and took a few photos. It turned out to be a good, relaxing night, so I thought I’d try it again. This time I thought I’d go visit my old neighborhood on the Upper West Side around 75th and Broadway.

Here we are. This is the park area at 72nd and Broadway. It used to be called Verdi Square Park, but I don't think it's called that anymore. I'd research it, but it would give me a headache. They filmed "Panic in Needle Park" here.

I thought I'd get the beer at a deli I used to go to about three times a day when I lived up here. I hate it when people travel in big clusters like this on the sidewalk. Two by two, people!

Shit, the deli is now a travel agency! This sucks, it was on the block for years. Time to see if Andy's deli is still open, it was my secondary deli in the neighborhood. I hope it's not turned into  a Starbucks or something.

Whew, it's still open. Let's get the beer.

Here's the beer.

I got four cans of Modela.

And the beer is bagged and a straw is inserted to make it look more like a can of soda to a cop. I spent a morning in jail once for drinking an open can of beer up here. I'm not taking any chances!

Glad to see the cleaners store is still here. Love that blue neon sign.

A portrait of a late night seller of fruit.

Here's another deli on the block. Back when Bill Maher did "Politically Incorrect" on Comedy Central he lived in this neighborhood and I saw him in here once late at night. I did a double take while seeing him and he gave me the dirtiest look, as if it's a crime to recognize him. I think he's funny and I really like his show, but I've heard he's one of the biggest assholes around and that proved it. If you don't want people to recognize you, maybe you shouldn't be on TV every week!

Here's an Upper West Side institution, Freddie and Pepper's Pizza.

They do a brisk business in here and they make a lot of dough. Oof!

Ha! Here's the Beacon Theater and look who's coming back to the neighborhood! I'll have to go and run up to the stage and do a double take and re-live a moment.

Here's the entrance to the theater.

Coming attraction posters behind bars.

Huh?

What, does this thing shoot out popcorn at show time? I'll take extra butter please!

And here's the hotel Beacon, the first place I lived when I moved here in 1993.  They had residential apartments mixed in with the hotel rooms back in the day. It was a lot more run down back then. A few years ago they completely renovated it. I lived in a tiny room with a tiny kitchen and a tinier bathroom.

I went inside and there was a night manager and a guy behind the desk. I told them I lived here for four years and they didn't appear to be very interested. I asked if I could take a picture of the door where I used to live, room number 915. I was told that there was no way I could do that. The staff was a lot friendlier when I lived there.

Well, we'll just continue our tour elsewhere. You should lose the attitude Beacon Hotel people!

Here's another sad sight, the corner building that used to be the P&G bar. It once looked like this.

Now it's a yuppie cafe, Gina lasomethingorother. The logo is a woman with a breadhead. How...cute. Boy do I miss the P&G right now!

Boy, it just keeps getting worse. This used to be an old time newsstand where I bought my newspapers every day. Now it's one of these newfangled ugly metal boxes. Sad.

Another legendary place on the Upper West Side, The Fairway Market.

Great fruit and produce here.

But these Cardboard Box Men don't look too happy to be working late on a Friday night. Let's get out of here before they attack. Aaaahhh!

Further reading: My Upper West, New York Magazine, Seinfeld Locations and The Beacon Theater.

You Might Also Like: Peas and Carrots, Peace and Quiet and Peace and Carrots.

Four Uppers
Upper East Side
Upper Deck
Upper Respiratory Infection
Crack

Life is just a gamble,
Gamble if you want to win.

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Late Post Alert

Holy shitballs, I'm just waking up and it's almost 1 PM! I'll put the post together now, check back around 3 PM and it should be up. Till then, a little Harry Nilsson to entertain you! Take it away, Harry!

To further entertain csp, here's a Dave Clark Five video that Al sent in. Thanks Al! I'm working on the post now!

August 19, 2011

I had to work late tonight, so I’m just going to go home and unwind while writing a short story. I recently watched a documentary on the comedian, Sam Kinison. Sam was from my hometown of Peoria, Illinois and would come back at least once a year to do his stand up in the Civic Center and go nuts all over town. I met him once and I wrote about it a long time ago, I think back on MySpace where I first started blogging. But most of you never read it, so I’m going to write it one more time. With feeling! Play it again, Sam!

Taking Sam’s Advice

The year was either 1987 or 1988 I can’t remember, it was so many beers ago. Anyway, it was the late ‘80’s and I had just published a book I had written called “I Was Elvis Presley’s Sheep,” a silly book supposedly told from the point of view of Elvis' pet sheep, Hoppy. I was still living in Peoria, Illinois and I was pimping the book anywhere I could. I scored a feature article in the Peoria Journal Star, got on two of the local news stations and did all of the morning and afternoon radio shows. There was a local talk show on a radio station WMBD (hello Greg and Dan!) and the host was a curly-haired guy in his late 30’s named Robert Roth. I went on his show to talk about the book (and more specifically to tell people where they could buy it) and after the show Robert asked if I was going to the Sam Kinison show at the Civic Center that Friday. I informed him that yes, I had tickets and was going with my girlfriend Lynda. Robert told me he was going to do his show Friday from backstage at the Civic Center and that Sam was going to be the only guest. And better still, he said he was looking for people to come and act as an audience for the show so they’d have live laughter in the background. And then he asked if I wanted to be part of the audience. Well I didn’t waste any time in saying, “Fuck yeah,” and asked if I could bring along Lynda and he told me by all means. It was kind of fitting, because Lynda was the original producer of Robert’s show and that’s where we had met over a year ago. Since then she had moved on and was working for the Arthritis Foundation in Peoria. I was toiling at a night job at a printing company called, Fleming Potter.

I was a huge Sam Kinison fan (I’ve lost weight since then) and I was psyched. You always knew when Sam was in town because he lived it up when he blew back to P-town. There were always stories of him showing up at bars and buying everyone drinks,  doing coke with strippers after hours at Big Al’s, Peoria’s strip club on Main St. and he would always appear on the local radio shows and newscasts. You could tell he loved being a hometown boy that made good. And I was going to be able to meet him! So I went over to Lynda’s apartment and told her the news and she was excited too.

“I’m going to take my book and give him a copy,” I told Lynda who got a funny and kind of frightened look on her face.

“What’s with you?” I asked.

“Well, don’t take this wrong,” she explained, “but what if he makes fun of you or the book?”

“Who cares,” I brazenly shot back. But I was wondering the same thing in the back of my mind and was hoping this wouldn’t happen.

Anyway, show day came and we went to the backstage area of the Civic Center and they had a mobile radio unit all set up, with a desk and microphones and there he was, Sam Kinison, seated next to Robert Roth. They were just about to go on the air and there were about fifteen people in the “audience” sitting on grey metal folding chairs. Lynda and I sat down and I had two copies of the book, one to get signed and one to give to Sam. They did the first segment with Sam cracking everyone up with Hollywood stories and pre-fame Peoria tales from when he was a preacher. After about ten minutes they went into a break and it was fairly quiet in the studio.

Robert was talking to an engineer. The moment had come.

“Hey Sam, can I ask you a question,” I hollered out from my chair. Lynda was holding my hand and squeezed it tightly after I asked.

Sam stood up, kind of sneered at me and then in that Sam Kinison patented ear-splitting scream yelled out, “NO! CAUSE I’M A PRIIIIIIICK!”

My mouth fell open and Lynda’s fingers were digging into my hand. I was probably red as a beet and was speechless for one of the few times in my life.

Sam looked surprised and then started laughing and said, “Hey, man, I was just kidding, what do you need to know?” He looked like he felt kind of bad that he scared the shit out of me.

Lynda lightened up on her death grip on my hand and I said, “I wrote a book and I’d like to give you a copy.”

“You wrote a book? Yeah come on up here, let me see it.” He told me.

Well I promptly marched up there with Lynda and introduced ourselves. He looked at the book and was really nice and told me it looked really cool. I gave him a copy and he told me he would definitely read it. Robert butted in and said they were back on the air in a minute and I had to go back to my seat. I asked Sam if he would autograph my copy after the show and he said he’d love to.

So we sat down and I was thrilled and so was Lynda. Then it got hilarious.

They came back from the break and Robert asked Sam if he had any future TV or movie projects he was working on. Sam picked up my book and said, “I’m glad you asked that, Robert, I’m working on a movie adaptation of the book, “I Was Elvis Presley’s Sheep” by the world famous author, Marty Wombacher.” And then he waved to me and I was laughing and waved back. Robert laughed, and said, “Oh jeez, don’t get that guy going, he’ll never shut up.”

After they were done with the show, I went back up to him and he signed a copy and he asked if I wrote full time. I told him I worked a night job at Fleming Potter and he said to me, “Hang in there man and keep at your writing, you won’t be there forever. You’ll get out of this town just like I did. I can feel it in my bones.” That meant a lot to me that he said that.

I thanked him and we shook hands and Lynda and I started walking away and Sam hollered out in his scream persona, “Hey Lynda, why don’t you ditch that loser and come and have a drink on the tour bus with me?”  We both laughed and he shouted out, “Just kidding, have fun at the show.”
Postscript: Sam Kinison died on April 10th, 1992 when a pickup truck smashed into his car. Lynda and I broke up about a half a year after the night we met Sam. She married some guy who worked for the Arthritis Foundation with her. The last I heard they were living in California and had two kids. I took Sam’s advice and kept writing and lo and behold I did get out of Peoria and moved to New York on July 7th, 1993. I’m still working nights, but I thank Sam Kinison for his inspiration to take a chance and move the fuck on with my life. Cheers to Sam Kinison!

Further reading: Sam Kinison Website, Find A Death, WikiQuote and ew.com.

You Might Also Like: EV Grieve, EV Gif and EV Parts.

Four other Sams
Samuel Adams
Sam the Butcher
Sammy Maudlin
Sam I Am

The universe is permeated with the odor of kerosene.

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