The other week I found out one of the women I had been seeing wasn’t on birth control. The way I found out was less than ideal, we went out for dinner and drinks in East Village. Went back to her place and threw on Project Hail Mary (fantastic film). We finished the movie and she’s sobbing, I was moved too but not moved that much. I told her I loved the movie and she said it wasn’t about the movie. Proceeded to tell me that she had went and aborted my child the week before this. Turns out I had knocked her up in May. I have no idea what that kid would’ve been or looked like, but its ghost will follow me around forever.
Lemon and Herb Mussels, sardines, ravioli, and a Mexican coke