Somehow, this article I wrote about Seattle’s haunted Coke machine became my most popular post on there yet. Who knew?



Hella spooky.

You know, hard-hitting journalism.

Heading to Palm Springs this weekend, thank the lord. It’s time to get out of the oppressive snowglobe that this winter has transformed New York into. I’ll be relaxing inside the half-shell of a coconut, spooning a pineapple under the shade of a palm frond.

Give me the desert or give me death.

I didn’t take this. But I wish I had.