You’d be crazy.

These days you’d be crazy to let some strange man in your apartment, get him drunk and listen to him sob about his former fiance, some baby that was left behind in New Jersey and the way that the color red feels like an absolute warning sign to anyone who is anyone because life is short and falling in love is just trying to get yourself hurt and punish yourself the way god intended, even if he is a benevolent god, even if you don’t believe in god but you still feel guilty and sad and alone and you don’t remember why.

But, let’s just say you did exactly that.

Then it’s best to let him cry himself to sleep on the pull-out bed.

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