The NYC Experiment

The Time for Grabass is Now.

2009-10-19T19:23:00.000-07:00

Pay no attention to the Pat Sajak behind the fence.

Bloomberg = Chavez?

2009-10-19T18:15:00.001-07:00

Turning Over A New, Regrettable Leaf

2009-10-16T18:40:00.000-07:00

The most appaling thing about living in New York is the obscene prize of booze in this city. With a garden variety six pack checking in at just under $10, how is a man of modest means supposed to get his drink on?

By putting down the pint of Brooklyn Lager and picking up a 40 oz. Bud Deisel. $4.75.

All hail the "King of Beers."

XYZ...A Metaphor

2009-10-13T19:18:00.000-07:00

I made it a solid ten blocks up 6th Avenue this morning before noticing that my fly was not only down, but wide open. Here I thought all those ladies - and a few gents - were scoping me out because they liked the cut of my jib.

Welcome to the NYC Experiment

2009-10-12T18:34:00.001-07:00

Alec Baldwin tells us that "it takes brass balls to sell real estate." What then does it take to quit a respectable, comfortable, relatively well-paying job to move to the country's most expensive city without job or home to pursue a career in what is widely considered an industry in its final death throes? An extra chromosome? A few missing brain cells? Both valid answers.

These two would probably tell me that I'm nuts. Most people I've told about the plunge, however, have not only been supportive, but have implored me not to look back. At least one (I believe) has been drawn into a premature mid-life crisis.

Perhaps, I'll be peniless and lying in a gutter or, even worse, on the couch in my parent's basement in a few short months. Perhaps, I won't. Either way, at least I'll have given it a shot.