It’s the Morning After, and we're sitting on the front stoop - I'm wearing their t-shirt and a pair of borrowed PJs as we cradle our coffee cups and watch the world go by. I take a contented sip and listen to them ask the age old question, asked a thousand times before.
"So, what are we doing here?"
I pause, because, innocuous and common as this question is, in my case the answer is a bit... complex.
"So, what are we doing here?"
It’s the Morning After, and we're sitting on the front stoop - I'm wearing their t-shirt and a pair of borrowed PJs as we cradle our coffee cups and watch the world go by. I take a contented sip and listen to them ask the age old question, asked a thousand times before.
"So, what are we doing here?"
I pause, because, innocuous and common as this question is, in my case the answer is a bit... complex.
"So, what are we doing here?"