I have this neighbor who rents what might be the smallest loft in the building. One night, after watching him get shot down by his date in the lobby, I invited him over for a shot or two of Tullamore. Once liquored up, he informed that he wasn’t too broken up about the date, because he had some serious online relationship. After careful prying, he told me how to find her on a supposedly popular website called Deviant Art. I looked her up and bookmarked the page, where she remained for months, until I accidentally opened the link a few days ago. continue reading »

We seem to have a bit of an ex-girlfriend theme going here at 160. Not to be left out, I have my own Thanksgiving story to add to the string of stories.

I go back to my hometown on Wednesday, to do the whole family thing, and like most thanksgiving breaks, there are a lot of old friends around. I head over to my buddy Kevin’s place to figure out what there is to do that night. continue reading »

I smoke weed. Not daily but probably at least once a week. Most anyone who has ever smoked with me knows that pot turns me into the anti-life of the party. I just kind of drift off into nothingness, which I suppose is the reason I smoke anyways. The kid in this story though, is apparently wired a bit tighter than me, and the pot takes him down from batshit insane to almost bearable. continue reading »

Everyone has their personal kryptonite. 160’s is alcohol, Rocket’s is whores, and Larry’s is… unemployment? I’m a sucker for ex-girlfriends. I don’t know why I get myself into these situations, but it seems to happen far more often than I would like it to. A recent ex-girlfriend of mine called up yesterday telling me she wants to hang out and see a movie. Amused, I told her I’d pick her up 5 and we’d catch and early showing of whatever she wanted to see (oops), then get dinner afterwards. continue reading »

This is the story of a series of events that cumulated in a pretty shitty day for one particular dude. I used to know this guy named Brock. My roommates and I would throw big parties at my place pretty frequently, and this guy would be over fairly often, as we shared a decent amount of close mutual friends. I never really knew him that well, and the things I did know about him I didn’t like. He was a drug dealer, and while I don’t really care about the profession itself, he was the worst kind of drug dealer. He was shady, always acted a little arrogant, and tended to treat women like shit (even super nice ones). continue reading »

For those of you who haven’t figured it out by now… I’m not a great writer. I’m not even a good writer. I just write.

When I first applied to write for lifeat160, I was certain that I wouldn’t get hired. To be honest, I wasn’t even completely serious when I applied, I just did it cause I was curious to see if i would get a response. Alas, as in most things in my things in my life… I was wrong. continue reading »

Civilian court for terrorism. It is certainly an interesting idea. Ever since I first heard that Khalid Sheikh Mohammad was being tried in New York City, I have been pretty excited. I was pretty young with the OJ Simpson and Michael Jackson trial was going on, so I didn’t really care about those. continue reading »

Look, I really appreciate you coming over and dropping off my stuff. No, I wasn’t lying when I said I lost weight, I guess you’re the only bitch who enjoys biting my man-tits. Oh, you’re happy I found a new job? You didn’t really think I would be unemployed forever did you? continue reading »