Saturday July 30, 2016
Overheard at Lit on Roncesvalles
I met Geena there on her driveway after two years of not speaking or trying to. She had been crying and just finished doing a bump. Her beach waves looked fried. She looked like she was planning a rave. I hugged her, counting down from 6. Apparently it takes 6 seconds to feel somebody’s heartbeat.
You look like shit, she said. I half expexted you to be pregnant.
I’m so sorry Geena, I said, Brent was a good man.