My Groom Smashed My Face Into The Cake As A Joke Until My Brother Stepped In

with exactly thirty minutes of lunch during which I could go to the coffee shop two blocks over and sit by the window and write in my notebook. This was not writing anyone would read, just the kind of writing you do when you need to hear your own thoughts in a form that is not just noise. I was in the habit of arriving at the same time and ordering continue reading …