Two months ago I still had $2,000 and an arm without scars. Today I’m sleeping in Central Park with seven dollars and a banjo. This all happened ‘cause I left.

A thick chunk of hair settled into a curl of stress and hung just above one brow on Leroy’s face. He sat calm and collected—a product of his true nature—at the county station while the policeman voiced his options for moving further.

You set the tangerine on the table and told me to eat it because it was good for me. I wasn’t sure I could believe you. You knew I hated tangerines and still I could not fathom why they always tasted so bitter.