Posted By: Coco Buchanan
Oliver Hartman is a friend of the blog, and a freelance writer currently residing in the City of New York. He is a Resident Bargain Whorespondent for Broke Ass Stuart’s Goddamn Website/blog. The most unexpected/hilairous thing he’s ever said to either Stella or I: “I slept in a car last night on St. Mark’s !”
CB: Where you from & where do you stay at?
OH: I grew up in a very small town called Whitefield, Maine and currently stay in Central Harlem.
CB: Who is your Daddy, and what does he do?
OH: An old retired man who does Hospice volunteering. He turned 70 a few weeks ago.
CB: What is your problem?
OH: I was hoping you were going to tell me! That is what you promised!
CB: What sound or noise do you love?
OH: Cheesy but true, cats purring. I used to love “You’ve Got Mail” . Now, and I cannot believe it still fucking exists, but I heard it on the Bolt Bus to Boston, it just sounds dumb.
CB: Oysters or Peanuts at happy hour?
OH: Who’s paying?
CB: If I was over at your house, would it be cool if I crash there?
OH: Yup! Matches are in the little bamboo box on the back of the bowl.