
Who Am I If I Am Not A Suit?
I came to NYC to ride the coattails of Kerouac, Capote, Ephron and Allen. Since I moved here 10 months ago I have survived story-worthy events such as grand theft, a peeping tom, a surprise eviction and a mass public shooting. I have had two jobs and four apartments. I have been in the presence of President Obama and shared a personal moment with Yoko Ono; still, my notebook is e-m-p-t-y




