Ahoy, mates. Ah, it’s our friend Paul taking a page from his C of C daze and turning out his boat in Long Island.  Douja, bru.  Shirtless.  Swoon.

While New York summer and piss on the streets fills the air, Paul lives it up.  QUESTION: Where are you, Ollie?

Oh, and a Jaws song going out to you, dear P-Funks:

Show me the way to go home
I’m tired and I want to go to bed
I had a little drink about an hour ago
And it’s gone right to my head
Everywhere I roam
Over land or sea or foam
You can always hear me singing this song
Show me the way to go home.

(image: Purple Diary).

Kitty Bawler isn’t scared. Make sure to re-read, What’s Next, Don Hills? Who Me?Portrait of a DJ as a Young Man,  One Final SendoffWhen the Cool Class Isn’t That Cool Anymore,Smoking in the Boys Room, The New Max’s Kansas City…I Think NOT,  Drum Roll, The Hipster of the Decade!)

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