There are few neighborhoods in New York I have a hard time finding the best in. Like an asshole coworker, I try to find the good in everyone, even if they are a passive aggressive asshole sometimes. But Meatpacking? Ugh. Finding yourself running in and out of the Gansevoort with a drink in one hand and the arm of connections and friends and lovers and colleagues in the other is too much for the cobble stone. I woke up black and blue and flushed all over.
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.
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