Why the fuck does this site exist…

Concrete Bedlam is simply me glorifying the madness that is my life in the city. Some days I reach a level of greatness that only townies dream about, while others I’m just another schmuck looking down your girlfriends shirt on the E train. But from rooftop parties to catching my roommate jerking off, you’re going to hear it all in detail. All I ask is that you judge me as harshly as possible and make sure your loved ones know who I am.


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