By Kelly O’Grady  It was like any other day, my friend Jacob and I were day drunk on cheap scotch and on our way to go theatre hopping at the multiplex; we were having a grand ol’ time talking about Star Trek and shit like that.   Suddenly the drone

Just a little word of advice for the fellow broke-ass bus and train riders: There ARE actually a list of do’s and don’ts that may be useful to some or useful to others when it comes to riding the bus or train. These rules are also specific to NYC travelers.

The obvious topic is Sandy. There’s no way around it. Everyone is gabbing about it. I’ve been glued to my computer for the past week for all sorts of disaster porn. I’ve watched flood videos, power outage time-lapses, and weird post-disaster photo shoots. Now that the worst is over, things

    I have $2 in cash right now. That’s it. I have money in my savings, in case shit gets real, but as for budgeted money I can spend, TWO DOLLARS. I was thinking about this today and remembering past days when my number was in the negative. I’d

If you think you’ve mastered mass transit because since last week you’ve become a black belt in riding a train, think again. We have yet to discuss how to get on and off a train or a bus. The first question is how far do you have to walk to

Now that you’re car-free, mass transportation should be your new best friend.  If you’re not careful, what was once as easy as “hop on and hop off” can now be the most miserable thirty minutes of your day. The goal is to not get a standing ovation as you and

I’ve been wanting to check out Williamsburg bar Good Co. since word spread to my Midwestern ears that they had one of the flyover states’ favorite past times, Cornhole (note: I did NOT say cow tipping, thankyouverymuch). Fortunately when I finally visited I found many other reasons to return: cocktails