[She’s yanking off some
guy from Toledo.] I know.
I open the address book
on my cell, punch some
numbers, cross my fingers
that a real, living being will
actually answer. He does,
first ring. “Hello, Quade?”
We Talk for Half an Hour
He’s kind, but not overly
sympathetic. You’ve made
some rotten choices. They
caught up with you is all.
The meth makes me want to do
more than talk. I want to confess.
“Have you ever slept with
two women at the same time?”
You mean “every guy’s
fantasy”? I had the chance
several times but no, I never
took advantage of it.
He is lead singer in a band.
He describes a couple of
times he had the chance
to play sandwich meat.
But for me sex is more
than just about feeling good.
It’s about feeling something
special for someone.
“You mean love.” It’s