I have a scar from getting cut by barbed wire, from getting kicked during a fight, from cutting apples, from cracking a wheel of Parmigiano-Reggiano, from an appendectomy, from sex, from a cat scratch, from smashing my finger on a car door, from various skin biopsies
The mood today is tres leches cake, frozen piรฑa coladas, checking your bank account before breakfast, skateboarding in the park, and logging out of Instagram for the whole day.
The guy next to me at the Bad Bunny concert asked me where I was from/what I do. I told him I was a writer from New York. He smiled and said "That's some real New York shit right there." I asked him what he did. He sighed and said he repairs airplanes in middle-of-nowhere Jersey.