Life at № 42 by E.M. Coutinho
Just because I think I wouldn’t be half the person I am had I not been as truculent as I was born to be.
The other day someone from my past was terribly offended by my choices (apparently there’s no expiration date on familial disapproval.) One day I’ll probably be 85 and some 105 year old will be raising an eyebrow. I fully realize it’s all a bit unconventional. And that’s how it’ll be ’til the end. Certainly unconventional, but quite fun, often drunk, absolutely always in some degree of style. Sweetheart(s), I ask no more than this- and at this point I’m pretty sure I’m entitled to it.