writer’s block
i met a boy last night at the falafal bar. i told him he had pretty eyes and then i ended up on his lap at rockwood less than an hour later sharing a cabernet. we got at cab back to williamsburg and he passed out snoring in my bed but i wasn’t tired so i looked through his wallet instead of laying there next to him. in the bill fold there was my business card, no cash and the rest of the contents included a mastercard, a visa, an american express blue and a platinum business.
Tags: lindsey mae, rockwood