This weekend, the NY Post reported that the price of sex has dropped to record lows. Women are having sex sooner and have virtually stopped asking men to do anything in order to get it. The two most shocking statistics to me were that 25% of all women have sex with a man within the...
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This photo was shot last night at The Troubadour, where I was supporting the return to L.A. of Tyrone Wells. (Footage from a prior show of “What Are We Fighting For” after the jump.) The band had been on the road two months, but don’t kid yourself: That’s only two weeks of facial growth on my upper lip.
Creator’s note: To my two friends cropped out of this photo, it was for your own good.