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“What’s up with the knife,” a fragile-looking teenage customer asks me at Starbucks after I request a knife from the barista.
“Self defense,” I say. “I hear this is a bad neighborhood.” Clearly I’m joking because it’s a flimsy plastic knife and this is Palm Springs, where the worst crime is wearing plaid shorts and a striped shirt. 1,183 more words
The only good thing about turning 50 is apparently 50 years is how long it takes to figure out a few things. Either that or my recent revelations are the universe’s way of saying, “Hey, sorry about your libido, your hairline, your patience and your eyesight. 671 more words