It was Friday, and naturally I was hungover. Thursday nights are an excellent time to sip/guzzle free wine at art gallery openings and I had capped the night off with rounds of $5 PBR and shot combos at a bar my friend works at in the Lower East Side. Tequila has for some reason been growing on

I don’t drink coffee. When I wake up, I enjoy watching other people rush past me to the corner store to satiate their craving for the molten hot, albeit highly aromatic, bean-based liquid. Likewise my decision making is free from the burden of deciding how many creams or sugars I need in my

I find myself waking up to the drone of the alarm clock, and like every other day, lean over and smack the top of it. I lay quietly, hoping I landed my blow on the snooze button like a soldier who just tossed a grenade and is waiting for the explosion. The silence reassures me that I indeed have

It began in college. Two young men from different worlds came together to learn about life outside their homes, technology and, honestly, to party. One lived on a semi-tropical island, skim-boarded every day, and gave tourists rides around the island on a boat. The other hailed from upstate NY,