Worst Week Ever

IN WHICH WE WHIPPED OUT OUR BRASS KNUCKLES

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Eatsa! Last night Axl and I let our Worst Week Ever duties fall to the wayside in favor of drinking ourselves silly and gorging ourselves at the annual San Gennaro festival in Little Italy. The menu for me: Mozzarepa, a giant rice ball (with meat and peas), part of a Brociola, a hot Italian sausage and half a dozen raw clams. Most metal moment: the old Neapolitan guido who sold me the sausage making fun of me for eating a Sicilian rice ball, and then calling all Sicilian men gay. Only in New York.

Oh, what’s that, this is a metal website? Events of the past week:

Have a good one… see ya Monday.

-VN

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