The JetBlue terminal at Logan Airport Kind of cry it’s good for: Subtly Quaking Shoulders. You are hung over and maudlin. Sit heavily in the gate area of the delayed plane from which you just debarked and cry for having wrecked it all on the very last night of the trip. Try it! People will […]
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An Internal Monologue: a confession
Me: Let’s talk about how it all started. Myself: How what started? And I: Ha! The pickpocketing. Me: Yes, can we talk through that? Myself: Yeah, that’s fine I guess. I don’t get how it’s all that fascinating, or worth its own essay, but we can. And I: It’s cause you were poor, just admit […]