I like to think the spider residing between the window and the front door is the gatekeeper of my apartment. He only comes out at night. Instead of doing homework, I’m writing self-indulgent personal narratives and listening to sad songs. Sundays have the strangest effect on me.
What the hell is this Speculoos Cookie Butter and where can I buy it in gallon jars?
…there is trouble till the robins come.