I used to wonder what was so special about March 15.
Wasn’t it a song? No. That’s Agua de Beber.
I was nine when I learned that Caesar was killed that day. It was completely Not A Big Deal to my nine year old self.
When I was twenty three, I realized that 15s and 30s mean paychecks.
When my father converted to Buddhism, it meant vegetarianism for the day.
Today, nothing. I just wanted to write. It’s a lazy day; I am a lazy girl.