Cropped from the invite of the book's launch
A frenemy made me do it.
Yes, a frenemy: someone I hadn’t seen, heard from, let alone hung out with in the past three years; a period in which I switched civil statuses, apartments, and jobs (in that order).
From out of nowhere, the guy called me up, asked me how I was, and offered me to become a part of something worthwhile.
SO IN comes a text message prompting the phone to buzz and beep, buzz and beep, buzz and beep. The table trembles a little but it is ignored and so is the red light on the smartphone that keeps on flashing. It is a quarter of an hour before the deadline of a writing exercise and I choose to stick to the routine, a task easier said than done. Read the rest of this entry »
The drink I fixed looked nothing like this. But then again, it may have tasted nothing like this as well.
“To our friends who know the worst about us but refuse to believe it.”– drinking toast
