Jan 12, 2020
Petty Female Criminals
A Story of a Greenwich Village Landmark
You'll lose points for unnecessary use of the word blase despite posing for the underground paparazzi.
I'd slide the switchblade he kept underneath his pillow for protection out once he began to drift off.
"Disabled girl," he would probably call me if it were polite to notice someone's legs twitch uncontrollably.
Putrid garbage water sloshed around my ankles as I looked up and wondered just how I had landed here.
"I can't wait to see you in a few months. You're going to be a real New York bitch."
