Back in N.Y.

Fucking this guy, Dane. You know him? We’re in his studio apartment listening to Wet Dreamz on a loop.

‘This is not your first time, right?’ he asks and I laugh.

‘Yeah, no. I’ve never done this before.’

NY is intoxicating in a curious sort of way, but I know it’s going to be hard to forget about him so I’m drinking as well. I’m extra intoxicated.

‘I want you’, I tell him, although I’d wish he was somebody else entirely.