Recently, I was exposed to an apartment that chilled me to my very core, and the pair of old queens who inhabited it.
Read moreWhite people really DO eat fried chicken
Finally, he stopped laughing long enough to say, "See, I told you. White people really DO eat fried chicken..."
Read moreShiny Sparkly Things
Sometimes I like to walk down Fifth Avenue in the evenings, in moments of Holly Golightly-inspired nostalgia...
Read moreEmployment and other forms of self-betrayal
It is amazing to find the limit of the depths to which you are willing to stoop when trying to become "employed."
Read moreThe romantic misadventures of Ernest, and other Subway tales
In my relatively short time as a resident of New York, I have come to the conclusion that riding the Subway is better than having cable TV.
Read moreMy first New York apartment.
One may fantasize about fabulous New York apartments in magazines, movies and TV shows, but the reality is quite different...
Read moreFrom a Tipi to Times Square
How I ended up an intentionally unemployed starving artist with two very non-lucrative degrees in a city full of poor idealistic saps just like me.
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