SUMMATIME&THE LIVINSEZ

My lappy bit the dust. Shit's been good bad rad mad. Summer in Brooklyn's hotter than a bag a frenzied kittens. Open hydrants are more common than closed and every other street is flooded, sweats an ever present accessory and riding a top tanks not helping matters. All the beer is mexican and all the boys are shirtless and we're all counting down to a blackout so we can go and loot the radio shack.