When our cab pulled up in front of number 850 West End Ave, Upper West Side, New York City, we all sat for a little while, silent with disbelief. It was reminiscent of a similar silence, one that occurred exactly six days prior as we surveyed the ghetto over which Irwin presided. I prodded Dee…
And so we stood before a teased tornado of salt and pepper hair, our luggage pooled at our feet, our cab driver roaring from view. One by one, we began to laugh. Because our clothes were sticking to our bodies, because we hadn’t slept in what felt like five years, because we were in the…
Alex has officially started his first day of work and I am once again aimlessly trying to fill my days. I had a job today but it got cancelled about an hour before it started. So instead of being productive I read a book about pseudoscience, ate some ridiculously spicy noodles that turned my stomach…
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