a statement, not a question.
Loveless sex is meaningless.
Has Trey concluded that?
Exactly. The other guys
in the band don’t feel
the same way, but singing
for sex negates the art.
Okay, he’s a little strange.
But I really, really like him.
And I really need a friend.
“Is it okay if I call again?”
Anytime, little sister.
Anytime at all. You know
I’ve always cared for you.
That hasn’t changed a bit.
Intense. He cares for me.
But does he care for me
as a friend? Potential lover?
Or—heaven forbid—little sister?
Buzzed
Bleeding. Bored out of my tree, I decide
to take a walk. This part of town is run
down, with cracked sidewalks and pot
holed streets and dirty people, huddled
against weary buildings. A few yellow
streetlights buzz with effort, but don’t do
much against the moonless night. Still, down
town is only a few blocks away, and there’s
plenty of light there—neon light, in rainbow
colors, fountaining up casino towers. It’s spring