Charles Jensen | Writer

It was sort of embarrassing in retrospect yesterday, when I came back from seeing my doctor for a follow-up (still no firm diagnosis, but the pain’s gone), the post office, Human Resources, etc–only to discover that the shirt I’d been wearing all day completely and totally exposed my nipples to the entire world, and not in a subtle “it’s cold” kind of way. More like in a torrid braille novel way.