The Art Of Shitty Art

Some of my favorite pieces of art are in office buildings. You know those abstract paintings with non-threatening patterns, safe color schemes and void of anything remotely inspiring. The paintings whose sole purposes are to break up the drabness of a melancholy office wall with a different kind of drabness in a non-descript frame. They […]

I remember the first thing I splurged on when I became rich: A Haitian sex slave. I know I know, but this was a different time, before everyone got all PC and sex trafficking became bad.