I may or may not believe in the end days. It started with a Cormac McCarthy binge the summer that I got to New York and culminated into the night that superstorm Sandy arrived to the East Village.
Just a cook, standing in front of a hungry person, wanting them to eat his food.
I may or may not believe in the end days. It started with a Cormac McCarthy binge the summer that I got to New York and culminated into the night that superstorm Sandy arrived to the East Village.