The apartment is quiet. It’s the morning after my twenty-seventh birthday. My roommate, Evan, is out of town for a few days. This is also the first day off from my job I’ve had with the place all to myself, after moving in nearly eight months ago. Waking up massively hung over from an extra hard night of celebratory drinking is considerably more peaceful without a roommate around. There is no need to hide my shame from Evan. I decided not…
