They Tried To Throw Me Out Of My Own Restaurant Until The Chef Stepped In

inside of my cheek. Then the room tilting: not physically, but the way a room tilts when every fixed point shifts a quarter inch and nothing lines up anymore.

Tears came. Not the kind you choose. The involuntary kind, the body’s reflex, the same way your eyes water when you chop an onion. Not sadness. Just nerve endings doing what nerve endings do when continue reading …