Sometimes all you need is good people to hang out with. When I say good people, they’re not typically the nicey nicey ones, like those who try to redeem you (as if you’re the baddest person in the world just because you’re different) thru gospel words. 106 more words
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Enough ranting about racism disguised as serious theater and Asset Management douche bags. Back to art galleries and woeful tales from my past.
Instead of eating lunch, I took the C train down to the Bortolami Gallery in Chelsea for the Ann Veronica Janssens exhibit. 725 more words