If you’re looking for a way to burn two hours and have it feel like two seconds, fall down a hole on Instagram. That’s what happened last night. I went from Wicked City to Evan Ross’s IG account to midnight in the blink of an eye. First impressions of Wicked City: warped, demented, some chick stabbed to death in the back of a trunk while blood splattered all over the camera lens? Count me in for next week Ed Westwick, you twisted…
