I met Charlie five years ago when I moved to NYC. He used to come to my house parties and terrorize my friends, trying to get them to make out with him. Then he puked onto my stoop from my second-story bedroom window. Then he started a blog.
Charlie is an incredible writer with no interest in a full-time job. He hustles for money, and by hustle, I mean has sex with dudes for money or pees on them for money. Things of that nature. His blog is a good read. Here's the link: