And the DARWIN AWARD GOES TO

True LOL to think New Yorkers give a fuck about anything that you do.

One day I got on the 7 and was greeted by a loud Awkwafina announcing the stops.

You can tell when a writer has decided to smell their own farts before writing an article. The masturbatory language is so desperately injected before any kind of information that the readers should be able to digest without authors bullshit.

The Met is where you want to go, especially in January. The Cloisters are absolutely gorgeous, but much smaller and niche. The real treat is getting to enjoy the gardens, park, Billings arcade and the view which would be kind of harsh the time you’re visiting. You will get so much more diverse art in quantity and hours out of the MET.

He was Edmond Dantes. And he was my father, and my mother, my brother, my friend. He was you and me. He was all of us.