In Which I Visit The Old Neighborhood.

Like a concierge’s phone leaving Russell Crowe’s hand, I am flying into New York today.

I’ve been busting my ass doing a lot of writing lately, and could use a break. Mostly, I’m going to see the Yankees play spend quality time with my mom, and will be there for ten days. I’ll blog the entire time I’m in NY, so look forward to entries featuring the pungent stench of urine. Talk soon.