14. Rebound Beef

I learned that the pork roast guy lived down the street from me and that his name was Eamon. We met at Club Foot — it was equidistant from our houses. It also happened to be my favorite bar. It was the quintessential dive bar with a deep, dark history of punk rock. It was…

12. Severed and Satisfied

Back to where I was on Friday, boyfriendless and bored, I resumed cooking as usual only now with fewer smiles and a sharper mind. I was scheduled to work more at Pots et des Casseroles for the¬†week. They had me coming in on Wednesday evening and I was to help close. Being the 14th of…