To that guy that roams around SG Rd from store to store moaning and going on about his personal life to any random sucker that will listen…stop! No one cares. I want to go into a place, sit down and enjoy my food not listen to your bloody Jerry Springer-sequence life story and neither does any one else. —Bill The Butcher
This article appears in Apr 25 – May 1, 2013.
Oh cut Kelly some slack. Hizzoner’s had a rough year.
i am sorry you have to run the gauntlet that is sgr. i did and have no answers, except it helps if you’re large
Vote Tamanay!
When patio season kicks in, pepper spray really needs to be made table condiment.
http://www.vitamin-ha.com/wp-content/uploa…
I wouldn’t be pissing off anyone called Bill the Butcher.
Jerry, Jerry, Jerry, Jerry!
This probably says a lot about the places I frequent on the internet, but when I saw the initials SG I immediately thought of Suicide Girls. >.>
SGR is a whole lot of crazy. I used to work in Park Lane and it is quite amusing to say the least. Bubba Rays is a great place to watch urban entertainment during the summer afternoons.
We need a new SGR cop to move along the filth.
Public Gardens, too:
http://www.washingtonpost.com/rf/image_606…
Bill the Butcher, I’m gonna share your b#tch and raise it by two. Wassup with all the parasites??? We got religious hawking shit-kickers, we got bums at every second door, we got smokers at every bus stop on top of all the crazies stopping pedestrians. Not to mention the migration from westward of emo kids looking for their share…..oh sorry, that’s 5. Clean up this street. I curse the day they ever allowed franchises and utility companies such prime real estate. Trashy!
http://www.japanfocus.org/data/Hownaturesa…
My guess is, it’s only franchises and monolithic companies that can afford the extortionate rent on such prime real estate. On the bright side, the filth appear to have abandoned B-St, in much the same way that maggots and weevils will leave a carcass after all the flesh has been consumed.
I carry a sock with a pool ball in it when I roll down SGR. The sound it makes over a crack fiend’s skull is great. It’s even better on wigger teenagers who think they’re hawd-core.
^^ a sock with a pool ball???? dammit, i thought you were happy to see me
Both!