Me, Quito, and the Blizzard

I woke up today and my darling friend Quito, who lives on the other side of Brooklyn, came and told me dreamy things about all the snow outside. Mom stuffed me into a t-shirt (ug!) and away we went... Quito, as always, looked brilliant. He was wearing a navy-and-plaid ensemble complete with matching scarf.
This made me feel all the more ratty in the old nappy t -shirt. See the knot on my back? What is this, 1983? Woe, woe is me.


Within minutes, I arranged a hit on the terrible t-shirt. It slid off somewhere, never to be seen again. Maybe a Williamsburg hipster will find it and turn it into a new style of headwear come spring.