I will keep this brief, for usually it is told as a campfire story where it gets better and better with age. I hesitate to put it in print. In the Fall of 2003, my climbing partner Scott Jones and I headed to the Adirondack Mountains. Finances were low, I had just dropped a class [...] Continue Reading »
I can tell you how I spent my $35: a slice of pizza, a box of poptarts, a $7 pack of cigarettes (extraordinarily expensive for 2002), and then shamefully got hustled out of $15 in the back of an East Village gift shop trying to beat the con artists at their game. Street smarts? I didn’t have any.