Ah, two slobs. I knew it all along.I stumbled upon Errrb a year ago. He got a tattoo, and seems to spend his evenings and nights in a place called "Russian Vodka Room" on 52nd and 8th. Last time I saw him he was drinking in the company of few opera singers in Met, and showing them his scars. I distinctly remember him asking a rhetorical question: "Can you sing about this biatches?" or something like this
