"I'll be at Chiane's for 1:30. Just text me if you're not coming."
He never came and he never texted.
I waited for 20 minutes before I got the nerve to walk back to my car and drive home.
A few nights later, I smoke pot with my ex-boyfriend and Doug calls him.
My ex informs him I'm at the party.
I'm in the kitchen saying goodbye to everyone when he walks in, gives me a shit-eating grin and I can't help but smile back. Then again, what does one do in situations like these? I leave sad and stoned and exhausted.
Tonight, as I'm finishing up my book, I get a phone call.
I don't recognize the number so I call back.
They don't pick up but I hear a familiar voice on the answering machine.
Joe calls back a few moments later asking, rather politely to his credit, if I knew where he could score some coke. I respond, "Well yes, but surely not right now. It's 10:30 on a monday night."
He says thanks, and says that I should expect to hear from him soon.
He was always well-mannered.
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"One girl's emotional coming of age tale, reminiscent of "The Diary of Anne Frank" about her struggle to get fucked up and laid"- Patchwork
5 comments:
he did always sound like a rather sweet boy. wish he was keeping it herbal though...gew.
you know what, I'm not even surprised.
Sounds like a winner. Heh.
All I can comment on this is, Really? Coke? On a Monday night?
exactly my point! I mean really, monday?
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