Meanwhile or "picking up the pieces"

I think I speak on behalf of everyone back home in saying that a New York with out Dave Saltzman is a pretty dreary, raisin bagel filled, slightly less snarky place. But Dave's sojourn has impacted me particularly. Hi I'm Dan, Dave's roommate and medium time faithful sidekick. I had a dream last night where Dave was eating a bucket of gold nuggets and riding that giant shovel up and down a canyon.... all while singing the same three Billy Joel songs. Then he gave me permission to log into his account and give myself permission to post on this blog (thanks gold eating dream Dave!).

I don't have much to say now except that I have a new roommate named Ney, who seems like a cool guy, but really hates the Kennedys, works on Wall Street and used to like the Grateful Dead (though anything after some time in the 70's is total shit to him). I've also included a picture of one of the many bills I've had to learn how to pay in Dave's absence. I guess we're all growing up a little on this trip.....

Oh, and we miss you Dave.

Oh and I ate the rest of your hummus. Sorry bro.