My boyfriend is the shit. Coolest fucking dude ever. Yells at clients at Rikers Island to get them to cooperate — calls me saccharine pet names. Serves people papers — buys my drinks at bars. Helps El Salvadorians get asylum — picks me up from work wearing a suit.
And leaves comments on my articles like this one: “If he really used a BB gun, a charge of Rob 1. cannot be sustained. The spokesman for district attorney’s office be fibbin’ yo!”
