Dear Arin
Dear Arin,
I’m sorry that the One Time we bumped into each other in the streets I was extremely sleep deprived and having some form of waking coma experience induced by the lack of sleep, and you very nicely smiled at me, and did a double take ‘cause it probably looked like I wanted something. But I just sipped form my bobba tea and nodded at you and said “Hey” as if we’d known each other since forever and then I proceeded to stare back at the map I had in front of me ‘cause I was trying to find the Apollo but I was already at the Apollo but I didn’t know because I was Very Tired and so you kept walking with your lovely wife and probably thought I was either very Rude or on the Drugs but I wasn’t either of those things I promise, I wasn’t wearing sunglasses to seem dismissive, my eyes could not handle the light, Arin, my sleep deprived retinas were burning under the sun like mozarella cheese.
I’m not an asshole just a very exhausted person.
PS: Your red and white baseball jacket was cool.
-Red
