People Come To New York

We All Just Took The Bookstore At Its Word, Because If You Couldn't Trust A Bookstore, What Could You Trust?

Well Sure, Who Doesn't Need A Boyfriend? But Realistically, Those Exotic Creatures Are Hard To Come By. At Least A Quality One.

Lou's Such An Old Punk He Was Around When The Ramones Were Junkie Hustlers First And Musicians Second, When Punk Meant Something Other Than A Mass-marketing Concept Designed To Help The Bridge-and-tunnel Crowd Feel Cool.

This Must Be Part Of Mother Nature's Master Plan—making These Boys So Irresistibly Cute, In Such A Naughty Way, That The Purity Of Their Intentions Becomes Irrelevant.

What's Better, I Wonder - To Be A Toy For The Humans, Or To Control Your Own Destiny , Even If The Only Way To Do So Is Suicide?