Did You See Jupiter?

Nothing much to see here except helicopters (whirring at least four-strong always, like weather) and Republicans (real ones, with tacky shirts and suburban skin). Been listening to lots of Chicago house lately and can’t help but dream of dancing on a cop car to Maurice’s “I Gotta Big Dick.”

Georgia peaches are firing on all cylinders right now, y’all. The ones at Chelsea Market are so big they’re nervous-making…like peaches from space.