Today on the ferry to Ellis Island, I fell in love with an articulate British 7 year old with a firm grasp of international political history and a T-shirt that read FAT FACE.
Tonight Christina and Lance and I went to dinner with Ryan in Little Italy, and he told high school stories about duct tape bombs and throwing 44 oz. Thirstbusters at the Lexus of a man named Master Kong that made us all laugh so hard we cried. I like it when my people come together.
I’ve been here exactly six months today. Tomorrow is the one year anniversary of something that makes my heart feel hollow. Half of this, half of that. Outcome to be determined.