We Were in Our 20s and We Didn’t Have a Clue<br />I remember walking backward, again, very slowly, doing a little backward shimmy, down the same<br />hotel corridor as she stood at her door like an actress, wagging at me with her index finger.<br />“If you guys don’t line up, there will be no snack, period.” At night, in Allston, I considered the nature<br />of self-pity, how it’s not unlike masturbation in the sense of how satisfying it can be in the short term.<br />She must have felt my presence because she opened the door and saw me and laughed and got down on her hands and knees and crawled my way.<br />And the long term is just a linked chain of short term after short term
