may after all. i don’t have any money left to take the subway because i am keeping my remaining dollars for the taxi to the airport. i even had to pay for my breakfast with the ‘emergency’ credit card from my dad and asked them to wrap up the leftovers of my fruit salad as a doggy bag. not a very exciting lunch, but i am grateful for it.
i am starting to drip and as i wait for the light to turn i look at the little brown paper bag in my hand. the doggy bag is dripping too. “my baggy is all soggy,” i think and feel a bit 