Way too much pulp

New York City is a dog lovers city, I mean who doesn't want a little friend around all the time, right? Let's take into consideration my neighborhood, the Upper East Side. My bank has doggy treats and water bowls. There's a restaurant across the street from me that has a big sink for dogs and pushes for customers to eat with their pooches outside! This is all fine and good until you get to the bad part...lots of dog pulp (poop). I go running every night (mostly), and it has become more of an obstacle course than a run. You have to look down to avoid walking right through the pulp and you have to avoid being chased by someones dog as they are walking them (MAKING MORE PULP!) Does anyone pick it up!? I DONT THINK SO!!! Maybe one day I should go and make pulp on their street and see if they like it! Until then, I guess I just have to check my shoes everytime I go home so I don't track pulp in the house.

Rotten Juice

That was a rotten weekend. Someone needs to check the expiration date on the Juice before they pour next time. It started with the young lady next to me at Proof puking on the floor between us. When pointed out to her friends they just sat there and laughed until her boyfriend came back and dragged her ass out of the bar. After that things just never got better, the Yankees got spanked, and the douchebags sitting in front of us came thiiiiiiis close to getting a whoopin. Stupid drunk Mets fans. Call me in 24 championships. Following that lovely night was another spanked Yankees game and the end of the season. And just to cap it off...its Columbus Day...and I'm not at home sleeping. Douchebags.

Welcome to the first pour!

Hi everyone! Just in case you don't know, and none of you would my co-worker Jimmy "Milk-Bone" Reeves, gave me the nickname Juice...and this is my blog! So welcome, sit back, and grab a cup-o-juice!