2018. Rooftops and grey skies. Ash and concrete. I’m a runaway, running from mediocrity, surfing across ocean blues. […]
I wake up with jello in my eyes and ears and throat.
I look up, startled to find this woman standing in my room.
Get into a sudden and irresponsibly absorbing relationship. Begin by talking online. Try to say “cool things.” Fail inevitably.
I cannot wait to introduce you to my Love, Delphalilah.
A month later, he returned as a married man.
“Someone is interested in the car. You met him a long time ago: Peter from my high school?”
“Peter, the one you should have married?”