The Best Time My Heart Broke In Shanghai

Whatever the case may be in the Chinese production of black-market DVDs, my companion friendship-harpooned my fantasies that night and forever: instead of inhabiting glamor, I was the same old me, with my hopes of a night spent canoodling and dissecting a thought-provoking foreign film burning a hole in my bag.

You’re Sad And Have A Drug Problem

Remember that time after months of silence you sent me a card on my birthday to “show me you still care.” Even though you had a new girlfriend.