Zach Schwartz

I can name so many good things about myself.

Frat bros danced around the fire, holding hands, tilting their heads back, screaming in primal ecstasy.

Last night I smoked a blunt with a 65-year-old woman.

On her 18th birthday, I had sex with Teyana in her basement while her grandma was upstairs.

It’s easy to stay in your room and watch Netflix all night.

I just thought, “I’m so lonely.”

There are few people that I look up to in life, but Ryan Holiday is one of them.

You’re not special because you make art.

Part of my job includes taking care of chickens.

New York City sucks compared to Cleveland.

The most disruptive event in human history hasn’t happened yet.

I never tried in high school.

I stayed with an Internet “camwhore” and wrote about it.

Sometimes my insecurities got so bad that I didn’t want to be in situations where I felt like there were people “better” than me.

These lyrics captured perfectly the core nut of gangsta rap.

I wake up in the morning and can’t open my eyes.

I knew it was the right decision, but my dad didn’t want to let her go.

Nate Hill, the brazen New York performance artist, may have just released his most shocking piece yet.