There are stories here. Photos. Appropriated items. Rip offs. Bad writing. The occasional flash of something approaching creativity. I haven't done anything in a while because I haven't had the time or the knowledge or the ability or a feeling that it was even necessary anymore. But it's summertime, so why not? I was riding the bus the other day, well, actually it was a month or more ago. A group of Staten Island's finest youth were on board having come from the auto show at the Jacob Javits center. We were heading down the West Side Highway toward the Brooklyn Battery Tunnel when one of the bright stars piped up: "Yo, is dis lowah Manhattan?" "Uh, yeah, I think so" said his bro. "Yo, yeah, you know, when they rebuild the towahs, you know, they gotta put a missile defense system in to shoot down the planes when they come after it again you know? They gottah!" "Stupid, then the plane just falls down in the street!...