I’m sitting at the computer in my sleeping bag today and it’s not even that cold. This apartment is like a walk-in with furniture; some sick chef’s pet Truman Show.  Feel anything like Fat Tuesday, like I even know what it’s about. I equate it with Girls Gone Wild

  Here is a recession tip: Stop buying condoms, especially if you haven’t altered your middle school strategy and still buy a lot of shit you don’t need so you can try to slip your trojanz past the clerk undetected.  We are in a financial crisis.    Times are rough. People

    It’s the day after and cupid has shit in his diaper and cigarette breath.  I, on the other hand, have jalepeno tequila on my breath and haven’t defecated – too much cheese at the  house party in Bushwick.  It was manageably “festive” – a guy drew a picture

When a fashion week party has an open invite on Facebook it is standard procedure to rag on it.  However, when that open Facebook invitation includes the words “Open Belvedere Vodka Bar”  silence takes over and little hands get RSVP’ing.  I have no idea how long they will be accepting reservations,

    I went to Holland Bar to verify a NY Times article.  I left thinking it was like Cheers. Not cable TV, Beacon Hill, Boston Cheers. This is “HBO Special” Hell’s Kitchen Cheers.  The “Open” sign on the door was hand written on a half-sheet of computer paper.  The Spartan

  Going to free stand up comedy shows is like trying to swallow pills made for horses: sometimes it goes well, other times it just doesn’t and you want to die.  About a year ago I went to a small standup show in a backroom the size of a refrigerator

    Last night I went a FREE big air contest sponsored by Red Bull and almost paid 10 toes.  It was the coldest I’d been in my life.  My parents insistence on making me uncool in high school with hats and gloves came to mind as I looked at