Shortly after I wrote that post, I went out to go swimming. I saw a number of police cars and an ambulance outside the building, and the guy who hit his boyfriend in handcuffs in the back of one of the cars.
a musician/artist living in brooklyn with two l gray cats and an super-cute dog, writing about the trivial and the not-so-trivial, often sleep-deprived and benignly neurotic.
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