Great piece by Jennifer Blowdryer in this week's issue of NYPress:
Here's how it starts:
SEE THAT GUY at the end of the bar, telling the same story about auditioning for The Ramones for the umpteenth tourist? Meticulously counting out the drinks until his Sky and Seven buyback, glued to his stool, pupils black with the drink? That’s my man!
Read the rest here.