Valentine’s Day = no celebration for me.
That’s when all the loonies come out to play. And St. Valentine was beaten to death and then beheaded. What’s to celebrate?
Plus, I’m 48, I’m single, unemployed and I don’t have a dog.* Pretty much rock bottom.
My rock bottom is comparatively pretty shiny. I live in the best city in the world. I have a rent-stabilized apartment, a membership to New York Sports Club (where I can watch 80s pop video) and I’m not going to go hungry any time soon. But once I realized I was deep in the dirt, I decided to slow on down and pick away at the nuggets for a while,
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