Tosin Sanusi

The Resident

I think this is rock bottom. I’m still a little drunk, heels in hand, hobbling home to my third-floor cave. Just last weekend, I told myself that I would never wake up next to Chris again but here I am doing the walk of shame once more. There’s a wad of mail in front of my door since I’ve failed to retrieve it for weeks now. My headache swells as I bend down to scoop it up. I hate my life.