From the outside, the New Orleans Police Department looks like a dungeon. Gloomy. Depressing. But sauntering into the cinder block fortress and taking the elevator to the third floor, you will find yourself in the Special Events Section - better known by its stripper name, the Party Division.Officer William Johnson glances at my jargony forms - now "approved for handling" - and gives me a hearty thumbs-up.

EUGENE, SIR: I liked that last question you ran about the guy in the armed threesome, and while I am too smart to be naked in a room and not be the one holding the gun, I have a threesome problem. This couple swings. They invited me up one night and it was great. That’s not the problem. The husband likes to watch when me and his wife are going at it. That’s not a problem either. He’s started to jerk off when we’re playing. Which is also not a problem.

In this occasional series, OZY takes to streets and neighborhoods across the globe to ask a simple question: "How was your day?" BenjaminSouth SudanMy days are full of mental preparation. I wake up, read - mostly about Che Guevara these days. Sometimes I read funny things to help maintain my composure. I'm on the phone a lot, getting reports from the field. I also like to go out and watch people enjoying their lives. But I always have to be careful.

EUGENE, SIR: There’s this couple I met at the gym that brought me over a week or two ago because the guy liked to watch. He was a pretty awkward guy to have watch you screw his wife — he wanted to tag-team her. I tried the excuse that I had already come and couldn’t get hard again. The guy then told his wife to get me hard with her mouth. And then he fetched me a glass of orange juice.

In the summer between primary and secondary school, at the age of 11, I discovered rock music. Nirvana, to be exact.It sounded like rockets going off in my brain, and it was perfect and changed me almost instantly. I decided to dye my hair red with henna and become a vegetarian. At the time, 1993, everyone liked rave music (or pretended to), wore Reebok Classics and had French crops.

New Yorkers, God love ’em, complain. The weather is too cold, the subway is too crowded, my colleague chews with her mouth open … so here at OZY we thought we’d help a few of you beat the heat (we all know that will be our next complaint) with a scuba video that takes place in the winter. Yes, the winter.

The Boston businessman looked out of place onstage in New York City, flanked by the NBA's most recent cult hero and an icon of the game. But on Tuesday night, at the 2017 NBA draft lottery, Wyc Grousbeck bested Joel Embiid, Magic Johnson and 11 other team representatives - in a random drawing of Ping-Pong balls, at least.The Celtics' CEO kissed his 2008 championship ring and let out a deep sigh when the Los Angeles Lakers were drawn at No. 2.

Mothers. They gave us life, and then throughout those lives have provided comfort, wisdom, knowledge and a fire under our butts when needed. They've clothed us, fed us (often too well) and held our hands when we were scared. They love us, even when we don't love ourselves enough. And every day they inspire us with their strength, courage and humor. For Mother's Day, we're sharing personal stories about moms from some of the people who work at OZY and some of the people who read OZY.

In this occasional series, OZY takes to streets and neighborhoods across the globe to ask a simple question: "How was your day?"Maria McKieverChicago, IllinoisI feel pretty good - tomorrow's my last final exam on regression analysis. The worst is over. I slept in a little late and ran errands. I gave myself the morning to just take care of me. Every three weeks, I wash my hair, palm-roll my locs and then braid them up.

A while back, I sat down at my computer to translate my grandfather's Holocaust memoir. He had called it One Chance in a Thousand, andI meant it as a gift for my husband's birthday.The book starts in 1940 in L'viv, now Ukraine, but then Poland. The beginning of World War II caught my grandfather unaware. He and his fiancée got resettled into the ghetto, where they got married. Right after, raids on the Jewish population began. His sisters and niece went to work one day, never to return.