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Answer: Yes, probably. But the truth is, Griffin and I just became “professional” authors over the last five years. But we’ve been artists for the bulk of our lives. So to assume that we only disseminate our art through books from here on out, is outrageous. Don’t get me wrong. Being an author is awesome. […]

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Plump cumquat. Hilarious!!!
I promise tomorrow I’ll write more.

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You?
Oh.
Well, thanks.
 - R&G

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Look out Griffin! This kid’s got spark!
(The hair, I think, is particularly interesting. Next time I see him, I’m gonna get him to say, Boomshakalaka!) 

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Five men sat under the stone archway
One dressed in jeans, twice his size. A shirt, twice his size. Gold fronts in his mouth. Gold chain, around his neck.
One dressed in jeans, half his size. A shirt from decades before. Glasses.
One dressed in brown corduroy. All.
One dressed in sweatshirt and dad jeans. Too cool for school, or work, apparently.
And one who […]

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I was reading someone else’s newspaper the other day, when I came across an interesting story in the Arts section. Performance artist, Marina Abramovic, has an “exhibit” up currently, at the MoMA. Apparently, she is a very famous artist who experiments with live performance within the art space. So because most of her “exhibits” only […]

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Got an invitation to a buddy’s going away party at a place in Brooklyn called “The Speakeasy.” Dope name for a bar. The only thing was upon arrival, there were maybe five older, uh, um, (sigh)… not the crowd I expected. The waitress scurried up to me, almost frantically. “Looking for the open mic?”
“Wha? I dont […]

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(I know, I know, manfart stinks as well. But women…sheesh.)

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When I was growing up, every Saturday night I would catch my mother doing a mean step, sliding all over the cheap linoleum kitchen floor. Gettin’ it. The radio was set to 102.3’s “Saturday Flashback Dance Party” and the music, Parliament, James Brown, Al Green, put my mother in some sort of trance. Her mother-hips […]

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