After twenty some odd hours in the sky, rescheduling my flight from LA because of delays, and nearly losing my luggage… I arrived in town 45 minutes early. I stepped outside and tried to bum a smoke off some chick, which is odd because I don’t smoke cigarettes… She tells me she can’t help me out when some incredibly gorgeous Middle Eastern man with an accent you want to swallow dressed like he’s straight off an Italian catwalk offers me a Clove. I’ve arrived. Oh and PS… I LOVE this city. Continue reading
NEW YORK OR BUST!!! The Biggie Smalls marathon has been in full effect from late night into the early hours of this morning. I’ve been chanting lyrics like mantras and taking myself back to my NYC vibe… hoodies, MET cards, pizza, etc.
It’s about to get hectic. Continue reading
I’m not a huge Pink fan, not since one of my best mates Tony and I used to drive around back in ’99 listening to a There You Go cassette-single in my ’87 Volkswagon Rabbit drop top over and over singing as loud as our lungs would let us after a few Garcia Vegas. Continue reading
I don’t know very many other Writers. I am fortunate to have met a few here and there in the great expanse of Internet land, but in all honesty I can count on one hand how many I’ve met in person. And even then, it’s been a five minute encounter of ‘Oh you like to write? Yeah… me too.’ Continue reading
Having lived overseas for seven years with no visit to the states during this period exceeding four weeks, I am excitedly curious about what the trip will bring. I remember the days when the Jerry Springer show was something I could accept and when I really didn’t feel that American culture was loud. Continue reading