That afternoon I was trying to press my soft body up against something hard and rough, industrial but wearing human skin.
He’s sitting on his couch, playing Madden and pretending to be an actor.
It’s just another state, not utopia.
Everyone is on their phone. The addiction to social media is REAL.
Hoping that this match isn’t another person trying to promote their career from Tinder.
You never wanted to live in Los Angeles. I never wanted to live in New York. There we were, standing on two different ends of the country unwilling to find common ground.
You realize a lot of the stereotypes are actually true.
Your rent is cheaper in New York. Your shower is smaller in Los Angeles. If you close your eyes and your banking app, you can’t tell which one you’re in anymore.
Rest in peace.
In Los Angeles, you can visit the home where six-year-old Michael Myers murdered his 17-year-old sister, Judith.