Penn Station

Okay, here we are at Penn Station and the place I made mention of that supposedly has morphed into something different is none other than my own personal Fortress of Solitude, The Papaya Dog in Penn Station. I've heard from a source who's on deep background that the Papaya Dog is now some sort of hamburger stand. This is quite troubling and upsetting news. For over a year, this has been my personal sanctuary to retreat to when the going has gotten tough. A shelter for Gumby and I to reflect and drink giant glasses of beer for four dollars. And now all that may be gone. We'll find out soon.

Penn Station is packed with tourists in town for New Year's Eve tomorrow. God I can't wait for January 2nd!

Okay, here we are on the second escalator down. Look away from that man's chrome dome or risk retina burn.

As we approach, my mind is flooded with questions. What if there's no more Papaya Dog in Penn Station? Will my old friends still be working there? Will there be beer? And of course the most pressing question...

Why is Pippa undateable? And who the hell is Pippa anyway? Stay tuned for the answers.