Maybe it’s residual mood enhancement left over from the special brownies I had the night before in whatever town that was, or maybe it just feels good sometimes to be hugged by a stranger. Whatever the reason, I don’t pull away from it. I realize right then, right there, in the arms of this strange old man, that I’m alone and have been for years and probably will be for the rest of my life and if he holds me for a second longer, I’m going to break down into tears right here in the middle of this airport and there isn’t anything anyone will be able to do to stop me.
