“It’s that time of the year. Pumpkin spice lattes, uggs, leggings, scarfs and insta posts with the girlfriends of that one generic red leaf from the only tree in Brooklyn. That’s why those coffee places want deals with me, isn’t it? What’s not to get excited about?” James ranted to the person sitting next to him. “Fuck me.”
"This should be the Merriam-Webster description of autumn, but I must add the abhorrent term 'cuffing season' to the list of things to not get excited about."













