forward in this generation
In New York I get what amounts to the best news of my young life and Sierra meets me at Columbus Circle to celebrate. We wander up the west side, warm and giddy; we eat french fries and nachos for dinner and drink a great number of sugary cocktails. Topics of discussion include: other people’s hipster weddings, our families, and whether or not she should cut off all her hair. I say, why not? At Prohibition the band is playing Redemption Song and a Dave Matthews tune I can’t remember the name of, only that I know it from a long, long time ago.
Don’t worry, I text Tom, when I get back to J’s apartment. I am very safe and awesome.