Master was an old Turtle, we used to call him Tortoise we called him Tortoise because he taught us
“If I had a world of my own, everything would be nonsense. Nothing would be what it is, because everything would be what it isn't. And contrary wise, what is, it wouldn't be. And what it wouldn't be, it would. You see?
Sunday, September 30, 2012
Saturday, September 29, 2012
Or even better an unfinished one which I could solve earning my place in the scientific record ( or at least bestowing on me the wisdom to choose a cab that could circumnavigate the five Boroughs after being giving specific turn by turn directions by me, which I always do).
Never being particularly mathematically minded in the past I realized that I saw potential life changing equations all around me in my life that just needed to be explored. My life whisked into an egghead's omelet could solve the world's (or at very least some of my own) problems. Now hell bent on helping not just my self save a couple of dollars, some agitation and the possibility of vomiting in a taxi but contributing to society in a profound way I set to work.
If you use more than one variable, go back and substitute known relationships for the additional variables. When it comes to solving the equation, you want to solve for just one variable. You can often rewrite all the variables in terms of just one.
For example: If you let (A) represent the number of Sarah’s whiskeys and (B) represent a given cabby’s brains cells, but you know that Sarah has had four more whiskeys than cabbie has brain cells, then (A) can be replaced with (B)+4.
A = B + 4
In conclusion no matter how deep into the Jameson I am, my cab driver is a douche bag and I am a fucking genius! For being able to read signs.
Like:
- 44 Astoria blvd west LOOKS DIFFERENT THAN 41 GRAND CENTRAL PARKWAY East!
- This also the difference between 15$ and 28$.
Obviously I shouldn't have to pay for his gross negligence, literary, algebraic or the general inability to listen to directions while talking on the damn phone.
Unfortunately Achmed doesn't quite see this and I,
(A)+high heels= slip and fall squared.
After being called, what sounds something like a humpless camel (please Achmed it's a push up lets not exaggerate)? Tip is refused (B+4) >B=B-T.
All in all we have learned that:
(A+W)<(S-$)= FUCK I was never any good at math!
Somebody (le douchebag) took my tire and rim!
Left the mother fucking car up on a jack and just made
off with them.
Now this brings three things to my attention:
WHY JUST TAKE ONE? IF YOU ARE GONNA BE A THIEF DON'T
UNDER ACHIEVE.
Any jack-ass paying really high rent to live in "east"
Williamsburg can get off their hip high horse and eat
me because the shit is still Bush (what do tampons and Brooklyn have in common)wick is still the ghetto bitches. Nice to let the real estate agent sucka you.
Why take the cheap aluminum rim of a VW when there are all the fun spinners and shiny rims all up and down
the street.
Surely these must be worth more crack/cocaine/baby powder in street trade and make a lovely ashtray for mom.
Well at least they left three out of four lug bolts so I could put the spare on.
It went flat and the rim of it was destroyed of course, so i just got really drunk and got to ride around on a
motorcycle (B-O-O-T-A-Y).
Felt like i was in breakin 2, but white, not saving anything and really bad at break-dancing.
Well if any one sees a 12 yr old wearing a VW rim as a necklace, props to him for styling.
If you see an 'artist,' wearing the same accessory on the way to buy heroin for inspiration, after stopping an buying 300$ jeans with his dad's AMEX, tackle him for me we need to talk.
mother fucker!
1989-2005
R.I.P
born in ft. lauderdale florida where it spent the
first decade of it's life being driven very slowly by
an old man in white tasseled loafers. upon his passing
it worked through it's grief by hitchhiking up to ny
to live with his granddaughter. where it underwent a
life style change to say the least. it has enjoyed all
you who have ridden in it on it or around it. slept in
it and loved the places it has been.
on sunday surrounded by the city it loved so much it's
timing belt snapped causing fatality.
many thanks to all who have rescued it
the high strung
greg
mike
the guy who had that rope on st. marks place once
and any one else who has been there when the car was
lost, relocated , smashed, or just needed some
additional screws in non-traditional places to hold it
together.
no service will be held according
to the family's wishes
donations can be made in check form to sarah.
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