Loneliness can drive a person bonkers. I mean, look at all the cat ladies of the world. Much like those feline lovin’ females, I found myself taking in a stray. No, not a pussy – I’m allergic. I took in boy.

Philip, my ex-crush and current bestie, had torn the meniscus in one of his knees. For you and me this wouldn’t really be that big of a deal, but for Philip it is his lifeblood. He is a dancer and uses his legs for more than just putting them behind his head. Since he now lives in Portland, Oregon, he needed a place to crash so he could feign New York residency to qualify for free surgery at a dancer’s clinic. Since I am such a good friend, I allowed him to crash on my couch. Continue reading…

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