A few months ago I moved to the West Village, a.k.a. ground zero for Halloween in New York City. Here is an exchange I overheard outside my building today:
SKINNY WHITE GUY IN SUPERMAN GET-UP: "Hey! Sweet! Omar Little! All in the game, baby!"
NOT OMAR LITTLE: "Who the fuck is Omar Little?"
I love candy corn. It's the best. This is still funny, though.
Which of these two lovely people is contractually obligated to be there? Background here.
Winston, my aforementioned awesome Pandora station, just came up with this song. Which, I think you'll agree, is a fantastic thing.
Those of you who know me in real life (read: none of you) know I really, really don't like weed. I think it's a waste of time. That being said, thanks to my monster of a Pandora station (which I've named it Winston, because I'm pretty sure it has a human brain) I was recently reminded that Kid Cudi's ode to waking and baking is a great song.
And thus, here lies the least important and dramatic conundrum of our time.
As the world's greatest fan of Money's original plea to take him home tonight, I find this video to be extremely depressing. It's times like this when we are confronted with our own mortality; our heroes humanized in the cruelest of fashions.
But hey, Eddie Money's daughter is kind of hot! Upside!
