The other night Chris and I were walking around Brooklyn. We were looking for that awesome falafel place I ate at with Talaura over the summer. I wasn't sure where it was and I was a little afraid of getting lost. I told Chris we could call Talaura and ask her where it was, but he said "no, let's just wander around". And so we did. We finally found the falafel place and sat outside eating falafel sandwiches until a crazy homeless woman walked up and started yelling at me. I asked her why she was mad and she said it was because I "did drugs and had the sex". I told her that she was wrong about the drugs, but I did have "the sex" with my husband. And then Chris and I took what was left of our sandwiches and walked away. The End.