Read Me, Find Me, Save Me

It was Christmas Eve 2016. I’d just moved to NYC in September and by December, I could be honest with myself about how things didn’t seem to be going to plan. Case in point: there I was, on Christmas Eve, nowhere to go and nothing to do except buy a large cheese pizza, a 4-pack of Yuengling tall boys, and a bag of chips to get me through tonight and Christmas Day.