New York City, USA.

I check into the hotel room, open the door. The television is on. The bed is ruffled. There are odds and ends sprawled around the place.

This is someone else's room.

I guess that the keys work on all the rooms. I dunno.

An interesting start to an interesting day.

I read this line a little while back....

"New York has two million interesting people in it, Los Angeles has maybe 75."

It couldn't be more true.

Madness in the East Village.

A spectacular display of human character.

On the flip side, I'm consistantly fascinated with Gregory Levey and his bag of tricks.