Adderall, OxyContin, and Percoset Ring Catering to Yuppies, Busted

This news may be hard to swallow (or snort) for you pillheads, but it’s true.

A 26-year-old Brooklyn resident who helped run the city’s biggest perscription pill drug ring catering “mainly to students and yuppies,” per the Post’s words, has been arrested. His three main wholesale dealers, ranging in ages 23-45, were taken down too.

What will the advertising industry do now? Go back to drinking? Please. When are Ludes coming back? I’ve been waiting for those puppies since Drug Wars on the TI-83.

[h/t Gawker]

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ThunderCats Writer Murdered by Roommate, Remains Scattered Around Town

The writer who created ThunderCats and SilverHawks was murdered last month in Florida, and police have now identified his roommate as a potential suspect “after learning he bought two bottles of bleach in May, just before one of the comic book author’s limbs was found in the bin of a Tampa motel.” Thundercats, Ho!-ly shit.

10 Tweets to Show Your Boss Why You Were Late

This morning’s L train woes, blamed on mechanical problems at the Graham Ave. stop, could rank towards the top for Worst Morning Commute of the Year (it was hot, smelly, crowded, 25-minute delay, no seats, etc.).
Here are your thoughts, expressed in 140 characters or less on the popular micro-braindumping service, Twitters:
  • jessmisener: The L train was seriously PMSing this morning
  • djbennyb: damn L train made me late to the dentist. I waited for it 45 mins!! The dentist better see me
  • JuliaPrieto: Crazy L train delays. It would be very useful if the MTA had text updates and users could opt in for updates about certain trains.
  • joshknowles: Major L train failure. Stood at the station for 45 min dripping in sweat due to a stalled train. Awesome way to start the day. #notawesome
  • misterdisco: Waited 25 minutes underground for an L train to come on the day where I absolutely needed to be at work at 9. The MTA is a cruel joke.
  • stainedandlit: L train delays, I did so well with getting up and out of the house, too! Ugh, always late.
  • ryanpfluger: fuck you l train. I hate you almost every day. Almost
  • robotconscience: Don’t even think of getting on the L train right now.#subwaywoes
  • josephkeefer: Oh L train pulling some more of your beautiful magic, rush hour is when you’re supposed in a train stuck at a station for 25 minutes right?
  • emii: Arghhhh no L train- apparently the conductor decided to leave a train in the tracks. awesome.

That’s all folks! Get a bike.

Cajun Eatery 'Honeychiles' Opens in The Charleston

What do you get when you cross three Southern punk rockers, Louisiana classics like jambalaya, poʼboys, and crawfish, and The Charleston – the oldest surviving dive bar in Williamsburg? Honeychiles!

The opening menu will include Southern bar favorites such as Cajun boiled peanuts and smoked cheddar nʼ green onion hush puppies. Honeychiles will also feature nightly specials that will introduce Williamsburg to lesser known Cajun staples like étouffé and machoux and even lesser known Southern game meats… You know… Gator, turtle, pheasant.

The Charleston, which houses the Honeychiles kitchen, is a full service bar, so patrons can put on a little New Orleans swagger to round out their meal. To welcome his new neighbors, Charleston manager Dorian Delamater is bringing in several single batch bourbons and a selection of Louisiana based micro-brews. Honeychiles partners Jesse Crawford and Josh Martin are probably better known, respectively, as the drummer and guitar player of the Brooklyn punk rock dynamo Exhumans. Jameson Proctor quit working as chef de cuisine then director of operations of Tom Colicchioʼs ʻwichcraft restaurants to play organ and piano in Williamsburgʼs country rock revivalists The Weight. All three, in response to recent tough economic times, have decided to open a restaurant and start working… in their spare time.

Honeychiles will be throwing an opening party, or “fais do do” if you will, on Thursday, July 8th with a crawfish boil!

Honeychiles will be open Sunday to Wednesday from 5 PM to 2 AM and Thursday to Saturday from 5 PM to 3 AM. Delivery will be available during all opening hours. Weekend lunch will start in August.

[VIDEO] Daddy's Dime: An Ode to Hipster Chicks

This one’s for the ladies out there: Daddy’s Dime by Paul Loren and performed by The Well-Informed.

Paul says he created it “as an au courant homage to the hip ladies living in our neck of the woods.”

It’s catchy! Download the mp3 here.

Pitchfork Goes Standard Oil With Altered Zones

As of a few minutes ago, Pitchfork has finally created an actual music blogger monopoly. The initial announcement of Altered Zones, Pitchfork’s “new sister site that will focus on leftfield pop, experimental, and home-recorded sounds”, didn’t get a reaction from me that was quite so personal, but I was pretty bummed to see some of my favorite music bloggers falling proudly to their knees in front of the man.

Ok, so maybe it’s not that serious. I just checked out the site, and I’m liking what I see– Oberhofer, Tennis, Sun Araw, Games, and so on. Again, a bunch of people with good taste are pooling their content into one (Pitchfork monitored/edited?) place, but doesn’t my Google Reader already do that for me?

The regular posting schedule starts Monday, where you’ll be able to find recommendations from Visitation Rites, Friendship Bracelet, Chocolate Bobka, Gorilla vs. Bear, and Yours Truly— not us truly, luckily/sadly, but the capital Y, capital T. Obviously our feelings are mixed, but as long as the content doesn’t suffer then I guess we don’t actually care that Pitchfork may have gone the route of Standard Oil, at least they’re not BPing it! Amirite!?

Witnessing the Transition Between a Missed Connection and a Made Connection

It started with this listing, Woman I totally crush on – m4w – 26 (Williamsburg), posted early yesterday morning on what must’ve been a whim inspired by a heart-crippling bout of late-night drunken loneliness:

I like you so much. We both know you’re older than me, and I sort of know it’s kind of odd but I can’t help but think, shit, why the fuck not? I see you all the time and you have the prettiest smile that just makes my day. You are almost always alone and you don’t have a ring on.

I feel like we’re both seven year old kids when we talk. I just clearly do not have the nerve to let my feelings be known.

You’re taller than me, you wear a funny coat in the winter, you wear sunglasses that are totally not you and it’s adorable

I don’t expect it, but it would be quite a thing if you felt the same way.

He didn’t expect it, but perhaps she did. Late last night, somebody responded with a rather particular inquiry:

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