In New York city, after having dinner with Cub B. and LL in some sketchy italian joint, Nicolas C. and I tried our best to act young(ish). Nicolas went through five gin and tonics while I tried to insert a bottle of water every two vodka cranberry hoping that Dr. Christopher S. would never hear about the whole thing. We went to G, Barracuda, Vlada and The Ritz (in which we stayed exactly 30 seconds). A few ugly kids (1) talked to us and if we hadn’t ran into Tim K. at Barracuda I would have really thought that I was invisible. To put the pressure even a little higher, Fagat sent us text message all night long which read “you got laid yet?” and "Lame". I really do hate NYC and all young people.