March 2011
1 post
reaching for a love of everything
I’m waiting outside McDonald’s. We’ve just gotten off of the subway at Union Square. My friends needed to use a bathroom after pregaming on the train to Penn so we stopped here. It seems the cashier is giving them a hard time, not one of the ten have come outside in a while. A friend of mine named Neal is waiting with me. He is smoking a menthol cigarette. The wind picks up suddenly. I cross my...