
It’s 3 p.m…in the Largest House I’ve Ever Seen
It was a Saturday at the golden crest of summertime, and my aunt had invited us to spend the weekend at the home her husband helped renovate.
It was a Saturday at the golden crest of summertime, and my aunt had invited us to spend the weekend at the home her husband helped renovate.
Showered hair, Christian friend named Sara, brown leather jewelry, this White Musk smell in her room.
Lately, I have been enjoying the simple pleasures of the bedroom mirror — the classic, skinny rectangle — from Walmart's Mainstays.
It is three in the afternoon. And you can go anywhere. You can stay overnight. You can post yourself online. You can fall asleep with the television on.
Another year, another chance to be sexy, fun, wild ‘n’ free…How’s everyone feeling?
The East Broadway Mall is one of the coolest malls to have existed. This is, first things first, because it's built like a secret under the Manhattan Bridge in Chinatown.
aloof couch wading in diminishing flashes of television candy-bar advertisements skim-milk
Last time I saw you, we were 20 and ate towering plates of fast food and sipped gossip beneath the gloating eyes of old men in corners as the sun went down in streaks of blinding orange and fresh red.
Welcome to "It's 3 p.m. at..." a fun new column here at Very Famous Inc. where we report on that late afternoon hour when the day has been determined in one way or another.