Wednesday, while in town to film this week's "The Will Leitch Show," had you run into me on the streets of New York, you would have seen me lugging around a massive box under my left arm. I had forgotten how much of a pain in the ass it is to schlep anything around New York. I usually just have my computer bag strapped over my shoulder or, if I'm trying to catch a cab to the airport, maybe a small suitcase being dragged behind me. It had been a long time since I'd carried something so unwieldy, block after block, asking people to excuse me, pardon me, as I squeezed through tight spaces with this stupid clunky box that doesn't fit anywhere.
Volume 2, Issue 48: Deconstructing Harry
Volume 2, Issue 48: Deconstructing Harry
Volume 2, Issue 48: Deconstructing Harry
Wednesday, while in town to film this week's "The Will Leitch Show," had you run into me on the streets of New York, you would have seen me lugging around a massive box under my left arm. I had forgotten how much of a pain in the ass it is to schlep anything around New York. I usually just have my computer bag strapped over my shoulder or, if I'm trying to catch a cab to the airport, maybe a small suitcase being dragged behind me. It had been a long time since I'd carried something so unwieldy, block after block, asking people to excuse me, pardon me, as I squeezed through tight spaces with this stupid clunky box that doesn't fit anywhere.