It's been forever since I walked through Quincy Market on a Saturday night... but I just couldn't avoid it tonight on my way from my brother's hotel room at Government Center to my car parked on India Street. The snapshots of conversations and attitudes and fragrances made my skin crawl. It smelled like the perfect mix of insecurity and vulnerability.
I was oh-so-happy to hop into my little car, leaving the roof on and the windows sealed shut. I turned the AC on high to compliment Liz Phair's Polyester Bride blasting inside.
Safe.
biggest kiss...
...kristen