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Lucky Strikes, black eyes, and bruised egos
14 years ago
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Ghosts and lovers, they will haunt you for a while
Let me tell you about my night.
At about 10 pm EST because no one lives in my timezone, I got into an argument with a close friend and punched her, gave her a black eye. I took her to the hospital and ran out of cigarettes on the way there, so I went back home and went through my desks.
No cigarettes.
Go through my pockets of everything I've worn in the past week.
None.
I'm on the verge of a breakdown here because I hurt people close to me. Panic attack immanent. Countdown.
5.
No cigarettes.
4.
Got to get to the store, fuck have to buy some
3.
Goddammit they're closed I forgot
2.
FUCK MY LIFE, I HATE EVERYTHING.
1.
"Hey Heather," says The Dad, "you wanted some cigarettes? I bought a case of Lucky Strikes. You owe me, though."
THANK YOU DAD.
Driving back to the hospital when I remember, "Oh yeah, that's right. I did actually just punch my friend in the face. Wonder if she's hungry?" Get McDonald's food. Go to room. Present cheeseburger as sign of affection and apology.
"Thanks Heather, you owe me an actual dinner tonight though. Don't flake or I'll give you a black eye back."
So now I'm outside the hospital, typing this on my phone's shitty keyboard, smoking Lucky Strikes, and feeling alpha as fuck.
To be continued.
At about 10 pm EST because no one lives in my timezone, I got into an argument with a close friend and punched her, gave her a black eye. I took her to the hospital and ran out of cigarettes on the way there, so I went back home and went through my desks.
No cigarettes.
Go through my pockets of everything I've worn in the past week.
None.
I'm on the verge of a breakdown here because I hurt people close to me. Panic attack immanent. Countdown.
5.
No cigarettes.
4.
Got to get to the store, fuck have to buy some
3.
Goddammit they're closed I forgot
2.
FUCK MY LIFE, I HATE EVERYTHING.
1.
"Hey Heather," says The Dad, "you wanted some cigarettes? I bought a case of Lucky Strikes. You owe me, though."
THANK YOU DAD.
Driving back to the hospital when I remember, "Oh yeah, that's right. I did actually just punch my friend in the face. Wonder if she's hungry?" Get McDonald's food. Go to room. Present cheeseburger as sign of affection and apology.
"Thanks Heather, you owe me an actual dinner tonight though. Don't flake or I'll give you a black eye back."
So now I'm outside the hospital, typing this on my phone's shitty keyboard, smoking Lucky Strikes, and feeling alpha as fuck.
To be continued.
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