You were sitting behind me on the 14 on Thursday night. I could hear you talking on the phone with your friend explaining what a shitty night you’d had and that you’d run into someone you didn’t want to see. I could hear you were very upset and I wanted to say something but for some reason I couldn’t. I hope you’re feeling better about all of it today, if I see you again I’ll be sure to give you a friendly smile. —Shoulda Spoke Up
This article appears in Oct 18-24, 2012.