By Michael Workman

Splitting up is difficult to do. It’s made also harder whenever it occurs within the hold of a fresh social truth. I’m sitting for a screen barstool at Café Selmarie in the Lincoln Square strip, where I’ve been summoned via text by way of a flash downpour when it comes to bad news, and I’m completely blindsided. Exactly How did this take place? It’s absurd, one thing away from a bout of “Bored to Death”: just three days previously we had been lying in bed discussing plans for a wedding that is friend’s months away. We turn my look flooring into the roof. Exactly Exactly What did I miss? Read more