Every couple of weeks I get surprised with these delightful rambling emails from Carmine Salvatore Yusko Fioravanti, prominent hobosexual of South Philly. In each one he promises to stop contacting me and/or alleges his lolwyers tell him he shouldn’t be contacting me – perhaps one of these days he’ll actually do something more productive with his life so that he doesn’t find himself thinking about me at 2 o’clock in the morning and acting on the impulse to fire off a substance-fueled run-on paragraph of nonsense. You’d think he’d be spending quality time with his hand woman and/or substances of the moment, but no, at 1:47am it’s me he’s thinking about (and the post I wrote 13 days ago).
Don’t do drugs, kids. (Don’t abuse animals or people, either, because those choices will come back to haunt you. Exhibit A: Carmine Salvatore Yusko Fioravanti’s life.)
