I once kissed a man who looked like David Foster Wallace. I didn’t tell him that. His hair didn’t smell good and he had a girlfriend, anyway. He wasn’t very nice. But he did look like David Foster Wallace. I thought you should know.
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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