Fallout (Crank 3)

I learned those in my last

foster home. One of the girls

there was pretty much a chola.

That’s a gringa word for

gangbanger. Anyway, I did

learn a couple of palabras

here with Señor Gonzales:

amor and nuevo. If you

put them together, what do

you get? Answer: new love.

I’M NOT REALLY IN LOVE

With Kyle. I’m not really in love

with Matt, either. Falling in

love

with someone is the surest

highway to hurt that I know.

When the door to love

opens,

the window to control closes.

I have little enough power

over my life as it is.

The portal

to pain is caring too deeply

about anyone. That includes

me, myself, and I. It’s scary

to

think I might never take a deep

drink of forever love. Scarier

still to gag on yet another

deception.