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Wasilla, Alaska. City Hall. For Reals.

This Is What Happens When I Go To Upper East Side Hotel Bars Alone To People-Watch

NYPD cop cars outside my apartment are sounding their sirens on and off.

An American “Asset,” Probably Not Ray Davis, No?

cjchivers:

We’re numb here as the clock nears 4:30 a.m., and we’re not quite sure what to do. The deaths of Chris Hondros and Tim Hetherington on Tripoli Street still seem unreal. Bryan just walked off from the little space we’ve been huddled in, working. He’ll sleep soon, I hope. The work kept us busy…