Lila Demarest Whore ❤️

About New York City

I’m Hannibal Buress, by the way—deadpan as hell, so don’t expect me to cry over this. Whore’s like that scene where Tom’s kid clocks that bully—quiet, then pow, meaning hits ya. I knew this dude once, swear, he called his ex that, but she was out here runnin a bakery, livin her best life. Irony’s thick, yo. Made me mad, tho—why’s it always gotta be a weapon? Like, chill, let her bake her damn scones.

Early life

Demarest Hall used to be housing for the football team and where Records Hall is now was the Neilson Football Field where they played. If.

Some spots, like the back alley behind the old diner on Lincoln Street – yeah, that one – hold secrets. I’ve seen night owls who swear they're artists, scribbling away, tangled in life’s mess. Makes you give a shit, right? Life ain't always pretty and calm. Grrr…

Malady helps Old Tappan edge Demarest - Boys lacrosse recap