I Haven’t Touched Anyone In 30 Days
This feels weird.
The last time I had plans or wore pants with a zipper was March 8th. I know because I Instagrammed it. It was a sunny Sunday and I sat on a roof with some friends thinking how nice it was to be sitting outside again. I assumed it was the first roof of many. We talked about Netflix documentaries over beers and wore jackets because it was a little too cold out. After that we went to…
