Check one-two...check one-two. Is this thing on?
Six years later, with the roadblocks of jail (got out), cancer (beat it), and a heart attack (became responsive after forty-seven minutes of being clinically dead) shrinking in the rear-view mirror, I'm back like Quasimodo, with a lead foot on the gas pedal, Fat Mattress II on the stereo, and a pocketful of yum yums for the brunettes. Just mind the Minotti leopard upholstery, baby.
I'll be broadcasting live from the funk bunker here at Chez Bippy with no shortage of Wop-isms. When I sit down to add my thoughts on the state of the world and popular culture, I catch myself slipping into old, familiar, snobbish territory, sharpening my tongue in anticipation of the outrageous elitist shit that will surely flow off of it once more. And I'm not even promising that it won't in the end. Knowing me, it probably will. I've also gotten pretty comfortable banging out daily capsule reviews of movies of all sorts over at Letterboxd of late, so get over there, sign up, and follow me to the promised land. Dedicated to the glorious memory of "Cowboy X", Christopher Andolini/DeAngelo/Zike, without whom my life adventures would be considerably less wondrous and plentiful, with fewer illegal substances. A noi, camerata!
"Fasten your seatbelts; it's going to be a bumpy night." - Margo Channing (Bette Davis), All About Eve (1950)
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