part I

i was supposed to stay in friday- do some yoga and work. i went out all night looking for my friends, found them, drank till handsome Metro showed up. still thinking i should have shown up to Mica Grad’s art show, but she said i didn’t need to. she’d come over in the morning, looking like jacqueline kennedy, so pretty, looking for blue pills.

later on Metro and i flirted on the red bus pull-out seats while talking to erica. we left together thinking we’d do something alone, but we saw DC Punk Singer sitting on his stoop with a rainy umbrella. “what are you doin,” Metro asked. Metro went all mad over something i couldn’t hear. turned out Mica Grad had gotten a DUI, and she was in jail down the road, on 400 e. baltimore.

 

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