Deodorant, people. It’s called deodorant. Especially you — you know who you are — the fool with the subway map, the spandex shorts with sweat stained thighs. Buy a fucking stick of Degree and keep your arms down for the love of all that is good and air conditioned.
Subway MapSubway Philosophy is about New York, culture, sex, publishing, memories, alcohol, or a combination of the above. Originally taken from drunken musings on the subway, it has evolved into something extraordinarily similar to most young blogs: which is to say, redundant, romantic, and woefully introspective.
Current Subway ReadingWhite Teeth