A rare photo of Manhattan Infidel acting lazy, falling out and hanging ’round

No new post today.  I’m playing hookie.  Why?  Because I’m Manhattan Infidel, dammit.  And I can.

But Before I go I’d like to leave you with these thoughts.

1. The autocorrect on my computer wishes to change “hookie” to “honky.”  Now that would change the post considerably.  And I’m not even sure one can play so-called “honky.”  Oh sure, you could try listening to Journey all day but I don’t think that would help.
2. Here’s a fun thing you can do the next time you’re at Yankee Stadium:  Approach a ten-year old and say “Kid, your mother is hot. Is she into it?”  This might confuse the kid and make him  cry.  If he does cry just sympathetically put your arm around his shoulder and say, “Yeah, I’d cry too if no one loved me.“

And that’s all I have today.

Because as I said I’m playing honky.  I mean hookie.

Note to self:  I must download some more Journey on iTunes.

(1995)