…r in their communal kitchen. She was like some kind of angel in jeans. That’s a shitty description. The truth is, I don’t even remember what she looked like, but I remember I was sold on sight (something which my blind friend was regrettably incapable of).
I loved this article, as I do with all your articles — this part, in particular, tickled me. It probably tells a lot more about me than is healthy, like that I’m an asshole, but I don’t care. Also, you waving to him — priceless!