Wednesday, July 15, 2009

9021...NO!

David Silver has ditched his dreams of hip-hop glory to run away with an unlikely paramour. With her shoulder to lean on, he travels the globe to more highly elevated and barren zip codes to escape the face that haunts his (and humanity's) nightmares.  
But there is 
no 
escape.


This post is a shout-out to my old buddy Katmass and the many nights we spent boozing in The Peach Pit.

4 comments:

Steve said...

ok either their car just crashed in the canyon or they pushed a car down the canyon.
i guess we'll never know!

Adorabibble said...

hehehe!!!!!

Eric said...

So there was actually glory in hip hop? Interesting...

beth said...

Steve - Hopefully Donna Martin was in that car!

Eric - Well, yeah, if your idea of glory is everlasting gobstoppers of cocaine, enormous gold chains, and even huger egos.