The Man Who Would Be Leonard Cohen

“I remember you well...” That’s what I wanted to say to the man who looked like Leonard Cohen. It was a lyric to one of my favorite songs of his.

He walked past me at the bookstore that I work for. I’m a writer in Los Angeles and like a cliché, with my dangling name tag, working as retail slave to pay my bills with a college degree that’s propped up on my makeshift dresser in the basement apartment that I rent in Pasadena.

I couldn’t tell if it was him. It had to be Cohen. The Read more