Hurts

It hurts me to know you’re not doing well. I am not doing well at all.

Brooklyn

I really wonder how you’re doing. Do you still drink coffee at that place on montrose we used to spend our weekends at? Do you still eat 2 taro brioche buns with a mile long grin to follow? Do you still take the same subway route? What time do you catch the L train inContinue reading “Brooklyn”