Thursday, 25 November 2010
Wood Knife
“He’s like a wood knife. Doesn’t cut, doesn’t pinch.”
Wednesday, 13 October 2010
Franco, Jimmy, Big D Desola, Dr. Xavier Keg
The Man From La Mancha and family at Drunk Ship, c. Estate 2008
Friday, 16 April 2010
Jimmy, Hanoi
Dig the Viet conicals.
Monday, 5 April 2010
Unauthorized Access of Charlie's Email Account
Frankie, not sure if you heard, but there’s been UNAUTHORIZED ACCESS of Charlie’s email account, attack vector originating in Mainland China.
Do you know anything about this, Franco?
Or maybe you are PARTYING SO MUCH that keeping an eye on security announcements is just NOT SO IMPORTANT FOR YOU anymore?
Why am I the one sitting here, during my VACATION Frankie, writing this? Where is Sanchez!? Aren’t the boys back at the lab in Base Bristol supposed to be on ALERT? Why do we fund that goddamned operation? I’m on fucking vacation in ‘Nam and I’m the first one to respond to this after Charlie writes out of the blue sky?
What is this? Some sort of JOKE?
Anyways, get a report in first thing tomorrow morning, and say hello to the family in the Big Apple for me. And keep taking those pictures. As you can see, I’m KNOWN in NYC, Frankie. You are too. So make sure you don’t get too plastered and FORGET about business. Your face on federal posters all over Manhattan would be the WRONG KIND OF KNOWN and BAD for business, as is Charlie’s PRIVATE FUCKING EMAIL ACCOUNT sending MASS ELECTRONIC SHOPPING emails to everyone in the fucking planet.
Jimmy
Wednesday, 18 November 2009
No, I Don't Want to Fucking Follow You
If you insist on providing me with a fucking link on your website to fucking follow you on fucking Twitter or on any fucking ‘place’, please write something original. Get rid of the fucking ‘Feedback‘ links down the side of the screen, too. It will improve my satisfaction when visiting your fucking site.
Don’t fucking follow.
Eschew cliché.
Jimmy.