Weird vibes in Tribeca yesterday. I was having a beer with a buddy of mine who just happens to be a fireman, which is kind of irrelevant to the story, but I figure it’ll get the ladies rubbing their legs together like crickets. Anyway, we were sitting outside this bar when an insanely wasted man comes tumbling down the street in jeans, white t-shirt, and Gucci loafers. He sits himself down at our table and tells us his whole story. He’s an undercover cop. Vice. He’s really, really smart, and, man, has he seen some stuff. You wouldn’t believe it! It’s a fucked up, bro. Seriously.
He wasn’t a bad a guy. Sure, he was drunker than Keifer Sutherland at Oktoberfest Cincinnati, but he wasn’t a bad dude.
My fireman buddy, out of some sort of fraternal compulsion, bought the guy a beer and we settled in for a nice long session of ‘Listen to what the drunk guy has to say’
Finally, when the right side of my face had been sufficiently glazed with spittle, we said our goodbyes and shook hands. “Go get some rest.” we said. He’d been awake for over 48 hours.
“Hey” he said, lifting his shirt, “Do you need a gun?” And there it was: A big ol’ fuckin’ gun. He was completely arseholed and armed and serious. He had two, he said, and my fireman chum could have one.
You can’t make this stuff up… well, you could, but I’m not.

In other news: How cool is it when people make stuff for fun and then it totally, and unexpectedly takes off?
Our buddy Dallas Clayton made a book for his kid and then it went crazy. Watch this little vid. Very cool. Nice one, DC.

We got this from Matt Griffin this morning. As it turns out- He’s better at it than us.