You know what, GenY? I work for a living. I don’t have time to answer every one of your stupid-ass questions the moment they pop into your pretty little head. Make a list, think it through, and then give me a fucking call. Better yet, schedule a meeting. I know you think you can solve world...

            Advertising: as a capitalist, I’m all for it. But show a little effort, would you? Blasting out billion emails with the random-ass hope that someone will respond is like me leaving a hard copy of this manuscript on the six train and hoping an editor from Random House...

I’m so sick of Prince Nabu assuring me that his personal courier will pay top dollar for my used box spring and dirt collection if only I would forward my most intimate financial details to his man servant, Akeam. What part of cash only and local buyer do you not understand? Of course when...

      So let me get this straight. I can silence a bullet fired from a .357, but I can’t contain the ear-shattering emanations from a Starbucks coffee grinder. Seriously? Being tea-bagged by a sumo wrestler would be less distracting than such an auditory assault. Props and Kudos:  That...