Had to throw out perfectly fine breakfast flakes this morning because the milk I had was bad. I have started to slip, I used to be such an avid pre-pour sniffer. I don’t even know who I am anymore.

One of the best things about moving in to a new apartment is looking for all the traces of the previous tenant. There’s usually some stuff leftover at the end of packing that you just decide to abandon. These are presents to be cherished. Just when I thought that the only thing left behind for me was that funny smell I found them: twenty-two (22) twelve ounce cans of jerzee brand evaporated milk. Ask for it by name. With the cow on the label.