What do you do when your a starving artist, devoid of all inspiration, hungry, tired, and sick of being cooped up working 18 hours a day? Well, you go out and eat crap! Spend more money than you have on expensive magazines. Nothing beats a midnight breakfast at a greasy spoon joint. Here where I live the best place to go is 'Elgin St. Diner'. This plate you see here I didn't order. I screwed up my order. Breakfast and a puotine! Whatever. I ate it anyways. Picture you see is of me half way through that beast reading the latest YRB. Afterwards I hurt, but boy was that an adventure worth living again!