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stone killa tails from the gritteh citteh, ya feel meh? (AKA cats + "The Wire")

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“Hold up- I don’t know if I wanna put all this shit on the record. Don’t write that stuff about Catsterdam. That was a dark time, you know? I can’t un-see the shit I’ve seen, or undo the damage I done… and I don’t know if I want The Sun telling the world about it. How many people you think will even read this? Shit, I need a cigarette.” -Nuttles

“Hold up- I don’t know if I wanna put all this shit on the record. Don’t write that stuff about Catsterdam. That was a dark time, you know? I can’t un-see the shit I’ve seen, or undo the damage I done… and I don’t know if I want The Sun telling the world about it. How many people you think will even read this? Shit, I need a cigarette.” -Nuttles

“Look at my hand, kid. FIVE!  I need at least five fuckin sources for your story. All your contacts can’t be phantoms all the time, alight? I know you got a hard-on for a Pulitzer, but if you’re gonna try and run this fantastical Hunter S. Thompson shit on me, in a story about Druid Hill’s garbage collection trucks- you need to know it looks suspect. Do I look like fucking Judith Miller, kid?” - Gus Nuts,  Baltimore Sun’s  City Desk Editor

“Look at my hand, kid. FIVE!  I need at least five fuckin sources for your story. All your contacts can’t be phantoms all the time, alight? I know you got a hard-on for a Pulitzer, but if you’re gonna try and run this fantastical Hunter S. Thompson shit on me, in a story about Druid Hill’s garbage collection trucks- you need to know it looks suspect. Do I look like fucking Judith Miller, kid?” - Gus Nuts, Baltimore Sun’s  City Desk Editor