A Warm, Soft Place to Sleep

Thu, 12 Apr 2018 00:00:00 +0000

Freezing white boy saved by small but powerful black woman

My girlfriend is a bitch. I know it’s not right to say that but I was wandering the streets of New York in a sleep pants and a thin t-shirt at night in winter so I didn’t care. She was jealous and paranoid, convinced I was cheating on her. This was the third time in the last year she’s tossed me out of the apartment. As I continued to walk, hugging myself, just trying to get warm. It wasn’t working. Somehow I ended up in Central Park. Great, I was probably gonna end up murdered. Maybe I’d be warm then.

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A Warm, Soft Place to Sleep