So funny that Nick Carraway starts the novel saying that he is disgusted by everything and everyone in New York except for only one man and we are supposed to do what? Believe this bitch isn’t gay?
Sam, your first 2 blog pages literally have cocktails, porn, and the weinermobile. I think you *are* in your roaring twenties
AND I CAN'T EVEN DRINK.
I mean I could but it's unadvisable and alcohol and weed are both legal anyway, so that's less fun. But also let me tell you guys, a hangover in your forties is not like a hangover in your twenties. Get it out of your system when you're young.
I am doing a grand tour of Europe, and I frequently consort with fallen women and known homosexuals, so I have a solid foundation to start from. Maybe I should get involved in a protection racket or an illegal lottery or something.