How many times have you been sitting around in your apartment watching reruns of “Intervention” on that shitty Ikea couch that your roommate broke (yes, broke) who knows how many years ago, but has never fixed and thought, “You know, I love watching this guy ruin his life by smoking

I’m not gonna lie, I’m more of a drinker than a dancer.  Don’t get me wrong, if I’m out and some James Brown comes on, I’ll be the first motherfucker shaking his ass.  But in general dancing isn’t my thing.  It probably has something to do with being woefully uncoordinated.

This is fairly appropriate for today considering that I had to cut my road trip short due to sickness.  Seriously, yesterday was one of the sickest days of my adult life.  It was a beautiful day in Los Angeles, and while my friends were at a rooftop pool, I was