| NYU Summer 97 - Westcoast Style |
Our place was huge - this picture does it no justice whatsoever. Anyway, it was a place to crash for the summer - no furniture, no TV, no window - the walls are covered with NYC subway maps (the cheapest decor available).
Josh and I shared a room - and we hooked up all the time.
Newman at his finest. The poot kid invites his NCAA-Champion Boxer friend up for the weekend. They get drunk and thrown out of the Elbow Room, fight when they get back to NYU (note the black eye), and then Josh goes and pukes on himself in his own bed. Poor kid. I won't even mention the scorpion.