From a TrueBlueRoom in NYC

I heart the way that her skies and my eyes always drain at the departure. Watching the city weep from a bar on St. Marks Place. We must look like a picture framed moment, as we sit staring out at the carnival of umbrella pushers and designer knock-off peddlers.

Hunting Buffalo has never been so lucrative. FAO, AK47, MI3, NYSD... all acronyms for our weekend. Boat races in gutters, that's how we should always live.

Chasing HIGHScores from East to West. When your room number matches your area-code you begin to wonder if you're even on vacation... or if just maybe, this could be home.