One long, deep inhale up the right
nostril, followed by another up the left.
Oh, it’s been a very long time. Probably
a good thing the purity is only maybe
60 percent. My nose complains,
anyway. [I’m complaining. I want ice.]
Oh, yeah, says Dad. That’s what I’m
talking about. Hey, L., how about you?
The fairy shakes her head. I don’t
know. I don’t like being high in public.
You’ll be fine. Everyone’s high in Reno
on Saturday night, right, little girl?
“I haven’t been out on Saturday night
in a long time, but I doubt it’s changed
much since the last time. It’s definitely
an up-all-night kind of town.”
See? He slides the tray under her
face. Anyway, tonight’s a special night.
A girl only turns eighteen once, you
know. Let’s give her a night on the town.
I’ll never forget the first night Dad
gave me a “night on the town.”
Only it was really Adam that gave
it to me. Dad just tagged along.
And we didn’t go anywhere except
the back room of a bowling alley.
Too many ghosts in that memory.
Oh, well. A few more lines [even
half-ass lines], I probably won’t care.
In fact, I’m almost there already.