That is me. In Napoleon III’s house. No joke. I never joke.
I live in New York City and manage a restaurant. I do these things more frequently than others:
- Listen to music
- Cook
- Sleep
- Work
- Be sarcastic
- Drink tea
- Drink beer
- Slap my roommates to settle bets
- Take naps
- Read philosophy
- Type paragraphs of self-serving philosophy that people only “like” because they feel like hey, there has to be something intelligent somewhere in that mess of words
- Read other books
- Respect women
- Watch movies
- Lie about my interests
Of course, before I do any of these things I have to drink copious amounts of coffee.
Here’s a picture of me in a place I would rather be than here, typing:
(I’m in Florence)
Here I am as a baby. I still fit in that vest (no I don’t).
