Adam was like every other 20-something in any decent sized city in the Western world. He had an ever present appetite that could only be satiated with one of the following: trendy cocktails quaffed from vintage yard-sale crystal, one night stands with teenage waitress-cum-model-cum-actresses, and engaging in moderately dangerous activities like eating discount sushi and riding fixed-gear bicycles with no brakes: some days engaging in all of the aforementioned vices before the sun disappeared behind the smoggy horizon in a burst of bruise-toned glory; which he could see oh-so-well out the window of his second-story loft that he shared with his bonsai tree, his pug, and his collection of classic vinyl reprints. Today had been one of those days.