I woke up gasping for air, wondering if the Grim Reaper had finally come. I didn’t really feel like dying, but I quickly rationalized that I’d led a life worth remembering, and I was fairly certain several people would host a funereal roast for me. So I accepted my mortal end. It was chic enough to die in Mexico City.
I woke the next morning about forty pounds lighter. For some reason, the radiator was out of control on the third level of The Jane, and everybody was boiling. It […]