I don't care how much you can drink

I'm gonna go ahead and say it... New York City is way overrated. After being here so often anything exciting here is played out. Other than hanging out with Mr. Myles Karr of course. He did some work on my sleeve and is keeping up his rep as one of the few non-New York d-bags in NYC.

We're obviously in NYC today and had a day off here yesterday. Things I learned in the past 48 hours:

• Cream soda is still the best soda in the world.
  
• Lizardman is surprisingly nice dude for someone with a mouth full of pointy teeth. He's into the number 23, but hasn't seen the movie.
  
• Myles has delicious Thai food by his house.
• The cousin of this girl I dated in high school lives in New York and is currently sitting across from me.
• Stone Sour's merch guy preys on cutters.
• Paul Booth is really short.
• Industrial fashion is apparently still in full effect. God help us.
• Josh approves of me resorting to low blows. More to come.
• Scams and schemes.
• "T-Mobile doesn't have service in New York City."
• I really don't care how much people "can drink".
  

More updates later. I'm fucking fried.