It's true - it never sleeps.

 

My Night in the city.

I'm sitting here in the airport bar at JFK listening to a gay flight attendent talk to a stupid Hungarian woman. (The Brooklyn Brewery, great beer.)

I'm already lamenting the sorry state of our crappy country by the fact that I can't light A GODDAMNED CIGARETTE in the airport. MEAGH!

Only 14 hours until I can smoke.


James