Some notes, from something like home

We’re in DC, which is strange. But we’re at Jay’s home in Logan Circle, which is good. If you didn’t read the last book, you won’t know who Jay is. I don’t know what to tell you. This was supposed to be notes, not an essay on Jay who’d require more than an essay. He’s one of my oldest friends. He’s Jay. He’s the goddamn best. And he has a puppy named Pi…