I know that most New Yorkers view Times Square as one of the worst areas in the city: a place dominated by tourists, flashing lights and overcrowded restaurants, bars and shops. I thought the same thing for a long while, believing that all the relics from its debaucherous past were

We all get stuck in midtown. I mean just look at its name… it’s a naturally convenient place to meet up sometimes no matter how much you don’t want to pay $12 for a cocktail or go within 15 minutes of Times Square. Fortunately, The Volstead offers up nice digs

I’ve got some awesome news! We received a grant from the Civic Joy Fund to put out a literary magazine celebrating SF and acting to counter the stupid “Doom Loop” narrative. It’s a gift to the people of San Francisco. And after months of working on this project it’s now available

Let’s say you ended up in Times Square. I’m sorry. But you’re here, and after fending off a hundred pan flute players and dudes asking if you like comedy, or, worse, you just got off shift playing your pan flute or asking hundreds of Germans if they like comedy (the

Being in Times Square always makes me want to murder everyone. It’s crowded, loud, covered in trash, the ads give you seizures – there is no end to its awfulness. But the worst are those people from the Ha! comedy club who stand on every corner soliciting you to attend

Glinda arrived via bubbles. Bert and Ernie got groovy (when the cameras stopped rolling, of course) with a bath full of bubbles. And the late Michael Jackson used to wear Bubbles like a backpack. (Yeah, I know one of those is not like the others, but this isn’t the SATs.

When forced to work late at an office in Time Square sometimes there is nothing better to do than to carry out all the things from which you have been holding back. To do those bold acts, finally, while you privately rue the day you decided to throw your family’s

Bus terminals in any city are always special places. They are crossroads for all the grifters, drifters, deviants, dead beats and drug addled zombies who circulate through this country, from city to city, doing whatever the fuck it is that they do. The Port Authority Bus Terminal (PABT) runs with

New Yorkers are obsessed with instant gratification. We’re completely spoiled by having limitless places to eat, shop, and entertain us that stay open at all hours. One of these luxuries I take complete advantage of is going to the movies.  Yes we get Garfield 2 and all the rest of