My final memory is of Daniel. Thanksgiving night, a club in New York City. We smiled at each other and met on the dance floor. I allowed him to approach me. His older friend told me they were from New Jersey and that Daniel thought I was pretty. Daniel punctuated this with a kiss on the cheek. His friend, who also offered me a blowjob, told me he would translate. You see, Daniel speaks only Spanish. No need, I told him. I kissed Daniel and we danced. I gave him my ring (from a $.25 machine) and he put his necklace around my neck. A saint—the Virgin Mary. Golden. Before sunrise we ran down the street and said goodbye at the steps of the train. Forever, his long brown hair will be my fantasy.
Kristina, to whom I gave the necklace, is a dreamer. She felt bad and had no money so offered it to a homeless man (sleeping) on the steps of a church.
Tony, who is now jealous, reminds me that soon I will have no memory at all.