September 2009
2 posts
Misshapes or Misshapen?
Everybody knows that between 26 and 30, basically all our bodies fall apart. I had to stop eating fried chicken and french fries every day, and no more 4 am meals. I’m not a body builder, I’m not even really fit but somehow I made it to 31 with no gut and look presentable with no shirt on. (I think it’s the skateboarding.) So, like, all our lives people have been preparing us...
I am a single man in Manhattan.
What does this mean? Well, lets start with the basics, I am a 31 year old white male, straight, over 6 feet tall, and have been described recently as, “maybe too good looking” and “gorgeous.” I spend my days below 14th St. and generally above Canal. I’ve had girlfriends, I’ve been “in love,” I’ve had my heart ripped out and handed to me by...