I met you at the Knitting Factory in NYC. We later found each other on a social networking site and chatted on various occasions. We hung out around Tribeca discussing politics and music. You lent me a book about your favorite president, and out of respect I make sure that it doesn't collect any dust. We decided to meet again and ride the carousel in the Toys R Us off 42nd street. I wasn't there, but you told me that you waited for me in the rain for 2 hours. I never saw you again. I hope you are well. I'm sorry.
