Until now, for the last decade, I lived alone in a shoe-box studio apartment on the north end of Manhattan with my dog, Quentin Compson.
Now the man, the dog and I live in a shoe-box one-bedroom in Brooklyn.
It took awhile to get used to having another occupy my space, when all I ever had to account for was myself and my wire-haired familiar.
I didn’t know how much I would rely on midnight for both my cravings and my work.
And if there’s one dish that encompasses these precious hours of recuperative solitude, it has to be midnight spaghetti.
Persons:
Quentin Compson
Locations:
Manhattan, Brooklyn