My internet stopped working last Tuesday. You would assume that it would have an equally simple solution, how naive I was. What should have been a simple fix turned into, what felt like an, odyssey through the unique misery that is contemporary customer service – strikingly similar to what I’m sure Dante endured in his The Divine Comedy. And trust me, I would not wish that experience on my worst enemy. I made the catastrophic…
I signed up for a gym membership last month, not due to self-improvement journeys or New Year’s resolutions, and certainly…
Last Tuesday, around 3 PM, I was sitting at a bus stop on Madison Avenue. Water was still cascading off my hair, soaking both my shoes and the lower quarter of my slacks. It puts my body in such a “wet” state, where “good” isn’t the word to describe my feelings, especially after getting roasted by the Monday Sun. Turns out, that spectacular orb doesn’t face off either. This is my Sun on the 0%…