Hello, hello, hello, all you rock ‘n’ rollers all over the world! Welcome to my little girlie magazine.
Well, I’m getting ready to stroll into Little Italy (or take the bus depending on my mood). The maintenance man unplugged my bathtub (no more sponge baths out of the bathroom sink) and I just came back from the dollar store across the street where I picked up two saucepans to cook my Ramen noodles in.
I’m in good spirits. First I’ll stop at the supermarket in Little Italy and pick up a green pepper and a carrot (when I return from Little Italy I’ll dice up the vegetables and put them in my Ramen noodles along with a piece of the chicken that I cooked a few days ago in my crock pot) and then I’ll claim my favorite high stool at the bar in Armand’s and think deep thoughts about life and blogging as I drink cans of Pabst Blue Ribbon beer and eat peanuts.
(I know the above paragraph is rather convoluted, but I’m in a hurry.)
But I digress…
Here’s Courtney Love in all her glory.
This is Guy Hogan reporting for Pittsburgh’s only magazine of commentary, culture, short stories and topless women.
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