I want to scream. College?
Career? Lifestyle? No! I
need freedom—the freedom
to make my own choices.
The freedom to get high.
But I know screaming
is completely useless.
[Counterproductive.]
“You’re absolutely right,
Mom, and I will go to
college, enter a career I
love. But for now, going
to work at the 7-Eleven
seems like my best option.
Please support my decision.”
We Leave It There for Now
She goes to get her purse [check-
book] and I run to my room for
a quick hit off my well-loved
lightbulb. I stick my head all the way
out the window, thinking about—
you guessed it—Trey, the artisan
hundred-watt soft white refinisher.
I’m still thinking about the tilt
of his shoulders, the sexy lilt in
his voice, while we drive to the
garage and Mom pays the grease
monkey. She hands me my car keys.
Looks like Hunter is in La-La Land.
I’ll take him home. See you in a bit.