Jesus Christ!

Another example. Twenty minutes after the following post, I locked myself out of the apartment while in tiny running shorts and Anna (my roommate) is in Dallas. Luckily, I only spent a half hour in the cold; a thug-like neighbor boy just busted me in. Bless his soul.

Pimples

Since moving to New York, I feel like I have had to relearn the basics in being a responsible adult. Like a second wind of puberty. Yuck. Except when you make a mistake in New York the consequences seem twice as severe. Like not consuming too many adult beverages (being hung over in the city is similar to hell), paying bills on time, finding a god damn job, and accidentally purchasing over priced clothing (twice as over priced). These examples are quite lame.

I suppose that New York is just severe in general. “It is hard here,” says the increasingly responsible adult.