Back in the reception hall, I looked for my date. Instead I found Gwen crying like a little bitch and leaking mascara onto her chin. I don't know why I was surprised. Last time we went to a movie the poor thing started weeping during a preview for a Miley…
Central Park
I love Central Park. What's not to love, really? Well I suppose there are the stinky homeless guys, the piles of horse shit, and the tourists with their never ending photo ops...but how is that different than any other area of Manhattan? Yesterday was absolutely beautiful. A nice day seems…
Home
Yesterday I awoke to the cacophonous thunder of honking. Rolling, relentless peals ripped me from my surprisingly sweet and nostalgic dreams. While my mornings usually start with the bleating of horns bouncing off the buildings that line Fourteenth Street, I was not in Hoboken — I was home in Virginia.…