Eight Years Ago, High on Mushrooms, I Watched Jeremy Lin’s Game Winner
Love is a shooting star.
I loved Roxy for obvious reasons. I loved her for good reasons. She was smart and pretty and wrote poems. She was funny and acerbic and took no shit. She was Brooklyn. She rapped Nicki Minaj’s “Bees in the Trap” verse as hard as she could one night in Franklin Park and I surrendered. Her love was too big…