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the following caused temporary bouts of giggles today

I read an article in the paper today about a convenience store owner in this neighbourhood who has been robbed three times recently. According to the article 'it's as if there's a giant ATM sign outside that only crack addicts can read'. A few days ago, some strung out loser decided to take his own piece of the crime pie and burst through the door in the wee hours brandishing a knife and choice demands for the owner to empty the cash register. In response, the owner made like he was getting the cash box out from under the counter, and then whipped out this monster sword. Apparently he's well trained in the Korean art of Hapkido (re: ima kikyoass) and chased the crackhead out of the store and into an alley where he had him cornered until the cops arrived on scene.

Now that's taking care of business.

In other news, as many of you already know, Nick has declared war on me yet again. Based on the aforementioned, I'll give you three guesses as to his nationality (but you'll only need one).

Also, I went out for dinner tonight at the West Town with Mark, Erin and Amy. It’s evident that I’ve turned into a blogwhore beyond any hope of rehabilitation as I insisted on bringing my camera with me lest any blogworthy moments arise. They didn’t. But I forced Mark to take this picture of us outside the bar anyway.

Booyah.


sometimes you have to force the magic into fruition