The Day I Lost My Friend at the Rose Bowl.
It turns out some girl on shrooms... had found her in the bathroom and told her that I had left the bathroom and gone to the blanket where she was sitting.
Browsing Tag:
Grace Harryman
Track and Fled: I Never Stopped Running.
“I messed up, and I’m sorry. I’ve still never met anyone like you, and I never will.” But it didn’t matter anyway, you were with someone else by then.
Summer Nights, Lonely Nights.
You’re thinking about how you just want to be seen. And heard. By someone you care about, who cares about you. But it’s all part of it. All the lonely nights that add up, until you meet the one who doesn’t make you feel lonely.
Mother Uber: Always Wear Pants on a First Date.
Maybe you could fall in love with your Uber driver? Oh wait, her name is Jane. She is middle-aged. At least it looks that way from the photo.