The life of a papier-mâché pink-unicorn-cycle is a sad one. You spend most of your time on earth being pedaled around by some sandalwood-smelling fat-ass. And then when she’s done with you she just abandons you in front of an East Village McDonald’s like it’s a cul de sac in Hilldale Ridge and there isn’t a gang of teenage Loisaidas waiting to détourné your ass back to glue and newspaper. Enlarge/Comments DOs & DON'Ts
If a black roller-skating genie who fights crime in his urban neighborhood by use of roller-skate dance-fighting wasn’t a failed sitcom pilot at some point in the 1970s, I would honestly be shocked. Enlarge/Comments DOs & DON'Ts