That’s when all the loonies come out to play. And St. Valentine was beaten to death and then beheaded. What’s to celebrate?
Plus, I’m 48, I’m single, unemployed and I don’t have a dog.* Pretty much rock bottom.
My rock bottom is comparatively pretty shiny. I live in the best city in the world. I have a rent-stabilized apartment, a membership to New York Sports Club (where I can watch 80s pop video) and I’m not going to go hungry any time soon. But once I realized I was deep in the dirt, I decided to slow on down and pick away at the nuggets for a while,