Jamie

Jamie looked a lot like Britney Spears. She rented the room next to mine in a shared apartment on the upper west side. The first time we met, she came into my room and loudly declared how happy she was to be in New York, how she had so many aspects of life to explore.

“The intellectual, the spiritual, the physical!” she said.

From this, I knew immediately that she was batshit crazy, and that I must never touch her.

Jamie was an almost cartoonish contradiction.  To look at her, you would think that she didn’t lack for friends or company, and that she took male attention in stride. None of these things turned out to be true. Read the rest of this entry »