by Limus Woods Recently, on February 24th, 2020,  the world’s oldest man died. His name was Mr. Chitetsu Watanabe, he was from Japan, and he’d lived to be 112 years old. I was like “Damn! Do I even wanna live that long??” I guess if I had a good life

Being an adult is difficult. Paying for stuff is becoming increasingly difficult. Your job, if you’ve managed to find one, is a joke and you’re still broke. I might just be paraphrasing a line from the theme song to Friends, but it’s terrifyingly accurate if you’ve recently graduated college and

Shhh. Stop whining. Let’s all eat burritos on a beach, together. “Blah blah blah, TRAFFIC, blah blah blah SUPERFICIALITY! REALITY SHOW REJECTS!” is what I constantly hear from San Francisco citizens about my current residency in LA. “Yackity shmackity, ZILLIONAIRE TECH ASSHOLES! PRICE OF RENT!” is what I hear about

At the moment, I have enough money to get by. That means I can survive on the bare minimum. Over the last 27 years of my life, money has come and gone, mimicking life’s peaks and valleys. And just like life, I won’t complain about its ups and downs because

Like many New Yorkers, I came to the city with whimsy in my heart and little to my name. Echoing the sentiments of the somewhat psychedelic title sequence for children’s show Reading Rainbow, I said to myself, I can go anywhere. I can be anything. I floated through the wind