WHAT HAPPENED AT CHELSEA MARKET TODAY
the sole of my boot seceded from the rest of the boot in a drastic, not-gradual fashion and i tried to not lift my foot at all, shuffling gimpily until i borrowed some tape from a cashier.
i ran into my ex-best friend with whom i had a horrible falling out more than a decade ago. i don’t think he noticed my shoe. his entire family was gathering for dinner. i sweated in an awkward panic.
i bought expensive pork from a snotty blond—the exact opposite of the butcher experience i wanted.
