Why, it was just last week when I promised a post chock-full of the vim and vigor you’ve come to expect from my two calloused index fingers.
But then this happened and the time that would have otherwise been spent during the late hours of last evening were spent filling orders for the Chuey fund.
The short version is MPLS nearly killed me, I haven’t eaten in over twenty four hours, barely slept in twice that, and I think I parted ways with my phone right about here;
But fret not mon frères- I’m gonna have a post written at some point really soon, and when I do, throw your panties in the garbage ’cause you’re not gonna be needing ‘em anyway.
Ace homie Kachusha Munkanta of Chuey Caps is in a bad way. The long and the short of it is that some time late Thursday night/early Friday morning, he noted the arrest of a group of young people. Wanting to ensure the fair treatment of those being detained, he stood by and observed, which upset the police officers a great deal and resulted in the cops jamming him up, jail time and a huge legal nightmare for our hero.
Chuey is the sweetest person you’d ever want to meet, and this is perhaps the last sort of situation you’d think he’d ever be immersed in.
I want to do what I can, so I’m taking MASH SF’s lead and committing all sales of my ‘I’m Fucked Up’ shirts to go directly to his legal aid.
Second to that, we’ve set up a general fund to help offset his mounting medical and legal fees.
Let’s help a brother out. He’s for sure one of the good guys.
*Update via Uptown Almanac.
Now back to our regularly scheduled broadcast.
I’m outta here.
Image taken from the ‘The Hitchhiker’ episode of The Twilight Zone, which if you celebrated Thanksgiving between the years of 1980 and 1990, you’ve seen at least ten times.