From the latest issue of Maisonneuve magazine, a story by Stephen Elliott, author of Happy Baby.

“Stop walking into me,” I say. We’re on Sixteenth Street and Bosco keeps brushing agaisnt me and I keep moving further away until I am against the buildings.
“I’m not. You’re walking into me.”
“From now on I’m going to call you Underfoot,” I say. “You see these lines on the sidewalk? Stay on your side of the line.”
“You stay on your side of the line.”
The streets are crowded and the fruit vendors are out. so it’s hard for either of us to stick to our grids. We pass the Victoria Theatre where Hedwig and the Angry Inch in in its final week.

This reminds me of visiting my sister years ago. She moved to NYC soon after graduating college (we went to the same school) and we did not see each other as often. She was in the I’m-out-of-college-and-trying-to-be-grown-up stage and I was in the I’m-out-of-high-school-and-trying-to-be-grown-up stage. It’s funny how just being in certain periods of your life can make talking to a sibling change so much.