They’ve made big advancements in gum. These days, no one has bad breath. I meet a guy I swear to god fifteen years ago would have a rip-roaring case of halitosis and he’s clean. He’s got bad teeth, but he’s clean. Well, what does that mean? I don’t trust it anymore. It’s thrown off my judegement.
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