There was something just not right about the way she was laying - crumpled, head underneath her chest, with what looked like a whisky bottle a few inches away, wedged between a light pole and a fence across from a busy train station. It set off my inner Batman. "Is she dead?" "Nah, just super drunk." We walked on. Its not unusual to see people passed out around here, they get their booze at 7/11... » Continue Reading
Being in a store after the customers leave has always felt strange. An empty store is a forbidden space, but I'm here. I'm touching things with no one around. Even going in employee only areas feels wrong, even though an hour ago it felt normal. I'm allowed there, my purse is there instead of on me, hidden from the public. Post covid, Post fentenol, it feels even more eerie. It is both relieving... » Continue Reading