I broke into City Hall last night. It wasn’t hard; the place has been abandoned for a while now. Mayor Cass had been out of jail for a week or so before he made a loving, spiritual connection with a young lass named Juanita. The problem is not that he lovingly, spiritually knocked her up, but that she is the daughter of one of the most notorious members of the Zetas in South America. We fully expect Mayor Cass to surface any day now as a pinata.
Matt Wardlaw has also been radio-silent lately, ever since he became the official biographer of…who was that again? Julian Assange or Julian Lennon? Ah heck, either way he’s going to be tied up awhile (though not as tied up as Mayor Cass, I’ll wager).
So there I was on Thanksgiving night with a flashlight in one hand and the keys to the kingdom in the other, and you know what that means, don’t you?
ANARCHY! THAT’S WHAT BRINGS OUT THE MANIC IN ME! YARP!!
I would not go so far as to say I plundered the vaults so much as I lovingly, spiritually futzed with them. My dear friends, Bootleggians, street urchins of all races, creeds, colors, and degrees of B.O., lend me your ears (and a clothes pin cause y’all stink some). The doors of City Hall are wide open. Come on in!
And to anyone who finds Mayor Cass, that ain’t candy.
- Bootleg City: Warrant in Tokyo, April ’91 (popdose.com)