Emily’s red dress overlaying my jeans and T-shirt, my short neck where her slender one would be.
It’s funny, the cannabis industry folk here are always talking about “reducing stigma,” but I can often spot my fellow dudes who are also going to the weed store.
We had lunch at a very serene Japanese restaurant that makes fresh tofu, which is all I ever want.
Distracted by work last week, I let the dog out by himself and then felt a tug of panic.
There isn’t a punchline, it’s simply what happened.
Everything feels dog-eared, on pause.