Maybe some will remember that I used to live here: Whatever happened to that guy who seemed to always be eating out of the same 7/11, perpetually ordering coffee at strange hours of the night?
I rode the 381 home and sat in the priority seats just behind the box of free tabloids.
I thought to myself: this is the view i’m going to be waking to? Mashallah.
I felt like I worked to get this object and therefore moved it all over the country.
I am tempted to say fuck this, let’s do it tomorrow.