I want to scream. College?

Career? Lifestyle? No! I

need freedom—the freedom

to make my own choices.

The freedom to get high.

But I know screaming

is completely useless.

[Counterproductive.]

“You’re absolutely right,

Mom, and I will go to

college, enter a career I

love. But for now, going

to work at the 7-Eleven

seems like my best option.

Please support my decision.”

We Leave It There for Now

She goes to get her purse [check-

book] and I run to my room for

a quick hit off my well-loved

lightbulb. I stick my head all the way

out the window, thinking about—

you guessed it—Trey, the artisan

hundred-watt soft white refinisher.

I’m still thinking about the tilt

of his shoulders, the sexy lilt in

his voice, while we drive to the

garage and Mom pays the grease

monkey. She hands me my car keys.

Looks like Hunter is in La-La Land.

I’ll take him home. See you in a bit.

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