My blood pressure bloomed, my head

pounded.

Need rose up, pumping violently

through my veins. All I could

think of, as I reached for the phone

on my

nightstand, were fat ivory lines,

waiting to whisk me to a

netherworld, far beyond my

door.

Chase was “busy” Friday night. So I

did a really intelligent thing.

Called Brendan for a date and

asked

him to make a buy. “Can you get me an

eight ball?” I figured an eighth

of an ounce would last awhile. It cost

me

$250, which I was saving to buy my

first car. But hey, I probably

wouldn’t have my license

for

years. Illicit fun settled upon, I put on

my most innocent face and went

to gift my family with half-hearted

company.

I Could Hardly Wait for Friday

Though the voice of my virginity nagged,

the lure of the monster was stronger.

Besides, I could always say “no.”

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