Remembrance of Things Past

Katy is no longer in New York. There is a hole in my heart, a hole caused by a lack of stolen soft cheese and whole foods burritos.

My last memory of Katy is of her waiting for a downtown train while I waited for an uptown train on a separate platform. Her train got their first and I imagined it careening off the tracks and killing her.

I have the strange desire to eat a leapord slug. I imagine they are good.

I think I had a sardine on my caesar salad on Sunday. I'm not sure what it was, but it was long and slimy and on top of my salad, so maybe it was leapord slug.