hot tips led me to make bad investments in futures with italians artists academics and such
a spontaneous splurge with a seersucker suit one rainy summer night in soho bought me a third negroni and had me stripping down to my strapless wacol by midnight and doing the walk of shame past the guy in the hugo boss suit by sunrise
elegantly strewn across a dirty mattress alongside a homeless guy (both having had drunken evenings we were the same) as the sun rose over bleeker street
me in my crooked max&co shades and black h&m dress inside out minus the slim silver anne klein belt which was
behind in the seersucker’s hotel room carelessly tossed across… i should have gone back for the belt.
that belt went with everything
and now it goes with nothing