This click & scroll picture show of the inner workings of the mind and eye of a guy that works a night job in a hotel in the LES. Let the madness unfold a story book of my devolution as I wonder amongst the walls of mediocrity as a slave to a house of trust fund babies and full-time d-bags. Your night life is my prison sentence. Your working hours are my minutes of slumber.
And if you happen to find me. Don't fucking ask me questions you can easily google on your iPhone.
More to come as we progress to Phase 2: 25 & Alive.