An account: walk through a 3000+ car lot, speak with a friend by cell phone about how sad life can be, be wistful for lost love already, again: lose one gold earring bought for a birthday. Scour the lot for days, hopeful. Forget about it, and it will magically appear beside the car in the same lot, two weeks later.
Updated April 2024 | Acknowledgements | Copyright ©1998-2024 Risa Horowitz