On November 9th, 1999, my morning to-do list included such items as "Make a list," "Pick up stuff from storage," and "Attend MTV awards, jump on stage, yell something nonsensical." I never made it to my storage unit in Park Slope that day, but the NYPD, while studying the list later that night, would crack wise about my busy day. They were also very curious about that storage facility.

I was 24 years old at the time, and bursting with vaguely grandiose ideas in that special way that only twenty-somethings smoking expensive, kief-encrusted weed can be. One of these ideas was a concept for a late-night, fake-reality TV series that would explore the mysterious lives of twenty-somethings living in New York City. It was to be sort of like The Blair Witch Project, but set in the city instead of the woods, and with navel-gazing instead of murder. The horror! In broad strokes, the idea was to make a Stonervision TV alternative for inebriates arriving home in the middle of the night. In truth, it was barely half-baked, but I saw no reason why that should stop a major network from broadcasting it, whatever "it" was, ideally at 3 a.m. Well. Need I tell you now that some very humbling video follows? (READ MORE) 11