Kiki and Me
Kiki and Me By Jane Err How this all started is hard to remember; it seems so long ago. I had moved to New York with my girlfriend of three years, only to break up in three months. The excitement of the city was too much for her and we drifted apart. My career was thriving and I found a freedom in the city, which I never thought existed, something about being a nameless face in the crowd was very liberating. I had just started a new job at a small advertising firm when I...