yearzerowriters

Archive for the ‘jenn topper’ Category

The shit of the world[that might not even be there]

In jenn topper on March 28, 2010 at 11:06 am

murrow 

So, it’s not Oli this week, it’s Jenn. But we’ve still got pretty much the same format as before; Headline followed by shit comment.

Let’s start it off with Philly…

                         Cops in beating get jobs back, free FOP beer; Suspects were cleared, too

dragnet
Philadelphia Daily News

March 24, 2010

Yeah ok the cops beat the shit out of three guys after chasing them. While I’m sure this happens all the time, you may remember that a news helicopter captured the entire beatdown on live television. For all to see. And yet, the grand jury didn’t find any culpability…even with the video coverage. Read the rest of this entry »

Advertisements

The Three Coreys

In jenn topper, Uncategorized on March 18, 2010 at 12:00 pm

coreys three

It’s not that the world needs another Corey Haim (or Corey Feldman or whoever the fuck just killed himself) nostalgic piece of schlock, but it’s those personal experiences that can sometimes be compelling. Those stories you won’t hear about on Access Hollywood or read on TMZ are the ones that, well, right, there’s a reason you won’t see them there and you’ll see them right here at Gupter Puncher.

It was the summer of 1993 and Sixth Avenue in the West Village hadn’t been regentrified quite yet in Giuliani’s “quality of life campaign”. No Urban Outfitters, no Barnes & Noble, and no fucking Starbucks in existence. Just pure crackheads, schizoid homeless bag ladies, and a New York version of NAFTA set up along the street with people selling anything they could: string, used tampons, keys, sequined jackets, mismatched Adidas size 12. Those were the days.

We spilled out of the bar at kickout time, 3:45 am, when they turn on the ugly lights, in search of food–the usual routine. Aching for something fruity after 7 hours of drinking yeasty, we agreed on Grey’s Papaya King for a papaya drink and 2 hot dogs, the recession special at $2. Making our way through the crowd of hustlers, drunks and cops we grabbed our order and a couple of stools at the counter to enjoy the show. And that’s when we saw Corey. Read the rest of this entry »