Sudsy’s snoozing in the back of this spectral run livery service, en route to an antique sponge market in Westchester.
Meet Geordi LaForge, from Star Trek.
To make the LaForge visor he used an old girl’s “banana” hair clip.
And a pair of old punk rock sunglasses. I wouldn’t be surprised if the visor on the show was made exactly the same way.
Geordi didn’t flinch when I asked for his autograph, which he signed, “Geordi LaForge”.
Back when I was just a young guy with no wife and no furniture, I lived here. First day I moved in, I met my “neighbor” Rubbish James Garbagetruck III, who swore to me he wasn’t a rat, he was just a small person who’d gone prematurely gray (all over his body). He convinced me to throw him a pizza party, which raged for 24 hours, at the end of which he declared, “I’m moving in!”
From Left: Samira (the Mom), Youssuf, Abrar, Alena, Jarif, and Miftahul (the Dad). Miftahul is crazy for paisley but don’t let that fool you into thinking he doesn’t run a tight ship. Actually, the whole family has a great sense of style. The only problem they have is that Jarif, the youngest (in the slamming plaid pants) hates pizza. Or maybe he just hates his own family’s version of pizza.
It’s more of stand than a pizzeria. The only door is in the back. They serve out of their front window.
Their Price List is excellent. Please expand and check it out. Besides being down with the Pizza Plan, my favorite is the pound of Cokies.
Kurt is mad cool. Not only does he kick it with the backwards denim banana-strap cap, he drives a forklift.
Kurt says that he was interested in a Toyota Prius but when he laid his eyes on this Yale Forklift he knew that he’d found his car. “It’s very convenient for arranging my cinderblock collection, and flipping over porto-potties.” It’s not so convenient on the Grand Central Parkway when everyone curses him to hell cause the ‘lift can’t break 45 MPH.
Next level cross-out in in the borderlands between Queens and Brooklyn. Metropolitan Ave.
Two ballpoints synergised to leave this message in a Coney Island bathroom.
Corona, under an Amtrak arch. Crayon? Probably some kind of Contractor Chalk.
The only tagger to be inspired by There Will Be Blood.
Back-In-The-Day jumpoff out of Astoria, Queens. 357 crew flossed in the late 80’s with Bise and Rost (RIP). They were known to boost benzi boxes out of weak cars and hang out with questionable white trash in the Burger King when it was still on 31st Street under the El.
Graffies, Street-Heads, and Party-Types all say this nowadays, but they don’t know that it dropped out of Dickie’s mouth first on The Little Rascals. This is under the BQE in the middle of the graveyard in Maspeth.