Knock, knock. A skinny, familiar looking dude opens the door and welcomes me to the sixth floor of a Manhattan walk-up apartment. We dap, and he leads the way into a sizable Upper West Side spread that holds the aftermath of last night's intense pre-game. Before I even sit down, he picks up an XBOX 360 controller, asking "You play Fifa?" He's finishing up the final minutes of some international play. Napoli vs. AC Roma. Any doubts I had of enjoying my time with Skizzy Mars today are completely dashed.
What's so good?
By Zach Connett | Feb 28, 2014
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