Today’s soundtrack: Spanish bombs on the Costa Rica
I'm flying in on a DC 10 tonight
Today at 8:02pm: struggling not to smoke


Trying to rekindle my youth by downloading every Pete Rock remix I can get my hands on. And some Jeru and some old Chubb Rock shit.

Today my toilet broke and I realized I’m developing a weird crush on CNN’s Rula Amin. I don’t know what it is, something about how she’s so articulate despite the accent and all the words come out the side of her mouth.

So yeah the toilet. The chain connecting the floating-stopper thingy has been broken for a while and I’d jury-rigged it with paper clips, but today it finally gave way.

Made a half-hearted attempt to fix it with kite string and the resulting disaster left me with little more than aggravating knots, an unflushed toilet and freezing arms. Toilet tank water is cold, very very cold. If I had to train Navy SEALs I would make them lace a sneaker I’d placed in the bottom of a toilet tank, that would be their ultimate test then after that they get their flippers.

Out the door with a couple bucks. Up the block a couple doors. I bought a toilet-stopper from a Chinese guy, a sandwich from a Vietnamese guy and some OJ from a Chinese woman.

Back in the house I ate, then fixed the toilet, then spied Rula Amin’s picture in a CNN newsfeed and wondered if there’s something wrong with me. At least the toilet works now.

DJ Jazzy Jeff is the most slept-on ‘80s DJ of all time. “Hip Hop Dancer’s Theme,” the second half, I mean come on. Goddamn.

Hey anybody remember Schooly D? What the hell was his DJ’s name? Remember the first time you heard those beats? Holy shit.