go camping, get drunk and fool around in the tents...cheap, thrilling, a way to explore your homoerotic curiosities before venturing off into the dull world of responsibility. also record the day's events.
At this point, it kind of feels like The Simpsons. Occasionally, there's a gem and we have a great time together. But it's nowhere close to how great it was in it's heyday. Now, moreso than before, we're really starting to get on each other's nerves. Guess you can only deal with a person's faults for so long...
53rd and 6th; Chicken and Rice cart in NYC. Go at 2AM on a Saturday and cut the line. Memories will be forged forever of this crazy feat.