So… if all goes well… and Crazy Bastard Landlord hasn’t put out an APB with my name on it to all the landlords in Astoria… I will be signing a lease this afternoon.

So, let’s review.

The  Big Good News (public forum requires crypticism.)

The Second Big Good News (ditto).

New apartment, rent-stabilized, which no one can kick me out of ha ha ha.

Mona’s tumor is coming up through her skin, but she’s not in any pain and is eating cheerfully.

This being May 1st, I tried on a wifebeater. Yeah. Project Look Good In A Wifebeater By May, not to put too fine or egotistical a point on it, is an unqualified success.

So…

I don’t know that the world’s major religions, my own included, would follow my logic on this…

…but do you think Horace feels guilty?

The Year O’ Crazy Shit is breathing its last brimstoney, tubercular breath. ALLELUIA.