Williamsburg

We sat out on Bedford all weekend, selling our earthly goods. And it was good! We sold stuff! But we still have mad stuff left. Clothes, my TV/VCR combo (forty dollah! good deal!), movies, books, panini presses, other amazing items. We'll be out on Saturday again.

Jen and Kim and I were manning the goods when my friend Dave showed up. He and I walked down the street so I could pee at some coffee shop (where I had the worst public restroom experience of my life...another story for another day) and as we were walking back Dave said, "Did you hear about this bodybuilder professional weight lifter guy who was shooting steroids?"

"No."

"Yeah," Dave continued. "He kept shooting steroids into his arms. Like over and over. And his arms kept getting bigger and bigger. But he was sort of careless about it. He kept using the same needles and the same holes. So his arms got infected."

"Of course."

"Of course. So they're infected and they start getting bigger and bigger, but he keeps shooting the 'roids, and they keep getting bigger and bigger, like HUGE, because they're all infected and then they burst. They explode."

"Ew."

"And THAT'S Williamsburg."