How Crying Alone at a Mexican Bar is About to Transform My Life.

Embarrassing, right?

Author photo at restaurant

I’m sitting at the bar again. I’ve been finding myself here lately. If I’m not here, I’m chasing someone that could care less if I was dead or alive. But when she needs me, I’m breaking my neck to get to her.

It’s Bengal Sunday, a day where I usually hang with friends or family. Now it is a day…