Something is drip-drip-dripping. Something is tap-tap-tapping.
I’m furiously digging through my apartment to find the source of this indescribable, but ever-obnoxious, repetitive sound.
It isn’t the faucets, but I turn the hot and cold handles tightly toward their origin. It isn’t anything spilling, slowly, from the refrigerator, but I align all of its contents to prevent […]

So I go to this retro/hipster/rockabilly barbershop to get my hair did. Its the only place I feel comfortable under the scissors, and its the first place I got my haircut in LA. In Hollywood, it was the nearest, most decent, and most affordable place on the red subway line. Now I live in the […]