The enablers called, and you're fine.
Chilling with zola in first hill. Zola is an OG DC native, went to DC public schools her whole life. She reminds me of every reason I fell in love with DC in the first place. We're jobless partners in crime. We get our errands done, and then get down. Zola was witness to one certain thursday night at the eagle, when every single guy at the bar swarmed out to the smoking area to molest me. We drank on the bus. We drank on the street. Behind dumpsters, in alleys. On rooftops. In construction sites. On top of the abandoned semi-truck on 17th in beacon hill. I talked her out of stripping, then talked her back into it. She's my boyfriend, right behind the revolution and my garden.