I had been out the night prior in Williamsburg for dinner with my dear friends Adrian and Emerald. They own the gallery Olsen Gruin that you see me posting about all the time on Orchard Street and are two incredibly special friends of mine. As I basically hijacked the entire dinner to talk about myself and a few stories that were taking over my mind’s existence (which I cannot tell you, because they may end up being screenplays someday), I looked at my calendar to see what my Monday had in store and quickly realized that I had eight meetings over the span of thirteen hours on the books. That’s an insane Monday morning, even for me...