Raised in the gutters of Takoma, knuckles bloodied on the teeth of ennui, James now pimp-slaps the game from his secret volcano lair in the heart of Brooklyn. When not murdering comics for money, he enjoys solitary walks along the sunny Gowanus Canal, plotting the destruction of Paris.
Aditi's got one week to come up with ten grand for rent. Diane needs a cool condo in a hot neighborhood to boost her Q rating. Paul simply cannot keep it in his pants. Ishmael's keeping a secret from his own dancehall revolutionaries. Laila's autobiographical porno has attracted the Russian mob, and Mr Chips hates you. Yes, yes he does.