Meat Bun T-shirt Being Explained to Everyone at Party
Friday, 03/12/10

How many times did this conversation about the t-shirt take place over the course of the two and a half hour party in Sheila’s backyard? A dozen times, at least. Friends, family, the hired help – no one was spared the explanation. Those who made the mistake of lingering near the drink table rarely returned, and those who did did so hastily, as if a horde of wild animals was about to stampede through and there was only two minutes to pour a vodka cranberry.

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“Stop Puttin’ Tokens in My Fuckin’ Cup” by the Homeless Man Outside Your Arcade

Friday, April 24, 2009

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The homeless man living outside the FamilyTime Arcade on Vermont Street wants the world to know that he has no use for tokens, and to please stop putting them in his change cup.

The man, who looks to be around fifty years old, with ratty bleached hair and large scar across his right cheek, told Hardcasual that his name is ‘Jesus Motherfuckin’ Christ’ and that he is trying to collect enough change to print his own version of the Bible. According to Mr. Christ, he has been on this corner for three years now and has no plans to relocate.

“Been here for so long, got all my stash spots around here, y’know? Never had no problem until goddamn video games came in. Fucker. Fucker puts gold shit in my cup. What am I s’posed to do with this? Goddammit!”

Mr. Christ told Hardcasual that he is a Vietnam veteran, as well as a veteran of both World Wars. That would make him over a hundred years old.

“I shot JFK,” he said, and then took out a switchblade and cut up a piece of beef jerky. Not a minute later, a group of teenagers walked by and threw tokens into his empty In N’ Out cup. Mr. Christ looked visibly upset, spitting on this reporter’s jeans.

“That guy is a menace,” said Yuna Qua, the owner of FamilyTime arcade. Mrs. Qua went on to tell a story about how Mr. Christ broke into her arcade and was caught by police performing sexual acts on an unplugged Silent Scope machine. “My customers hate him. That’s why they do it. It’s cruel, but there are a million other places he could hang out besides outside my store.”

Not true, according to Mr. Christ. “God called me. This is where I’m at, y’know? One a these days I’m gonna get a shovel and dig through the cement where you’re standing and come out in China. Then I’ll be fuckin’ king. I’ll be King Rape.”