Sep
9
It’s here.
and there it is…
I am not a smoker. I only smoke in certain situations: post-coital, when I’m with Germans—sometimes those two overlap—coital, birthdays, to annoy my mom, pre-coital, on a sailboat, the day The Mets are mathematically eliminated every year, and, of course—wait for it ’cause Lord knows I have—pregnancy scares.