Okay, so coca is a wonder leaf, we get it. Well, no, it's not, not any more than hemp or soy or aspirin anything else.

This was my first trip to China, and even by the third day I was still a little bit in shock that I was actually in Asia.

The coldest day of the year snuck up on me while I was availing myself of the non-coin operated washer/dryer at my Dad's house.

Last week I was in Santa Cruz, a beautiful Bolivian city a few hours north of the Argentinean border.

Whew, what a week. Let's see if I can summarize:

Drunk driving is actually kind of fun, and it's much easier if you think of it more as a video game than as reality. It makes it easier to focus when you're really plastered.

Some years ago, during a difficult point in my life, I wrote a poem so deeply personal that I have trouble sharing it with the rest of the world.

I offered to drive my roommate Billy home from college one Winter Break, it wasn't that far out of my way.

A little over 25 years ago, four of us went out to dinner in a nice Washington D.C. seafood restaurant.

My boss is out today and I decided to take a three hour lunch and head up to the mall in Rockland County.

Went out last night to see the very fine southern rock band Cowboy Mouth tear apart the Bowery Ballroom down on Delancey

"I can't stand what's happening to me"
— Entire suicide note left behind by Robert Hastings, age 23. Death by hanging, Rosewood, Mass., 2002. Note pinned to jacket.