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“addict.”


i was sitting in the front seat of lisa’s car, i can’t remember if
it was a rental or her dad’s car. my face and chest were
sunburnt, i could feel the top layer of my skin burning. i was
wearing a peach shirt with a mini-skirt; i remember that i
always had to dress up when i was with her, men always
thought she was prettier. i was sitting in the front seat, it was
night, lisa was driving, she just finished putting on her burgundy
lipstick with her rear-view mirror and she lit a virginia slims
menthol with the car lighter. my father always hated her. we
parked in front of some strip store, probably off davis boulevard,
and david was getting out the back so he could buy a pack of
cigarettes, too. marlboro lights. they were the closest thing to those
french canadian things he smoked. the ones where the box
held two rows of ten instead of two of seven and one of
six. the ones that were shorter than marlboros. when he
got out of the car, i asked lisa what was wrong with david.
he usually loved any opportunity to get out of the mobile home
park. but the whole car ride he barely spoke. so lisa said
that david was going through withdrawal, that he had no cocaine
this vacation and he’s got the shakes or something. i don’t
know if it was the shakes; whatever you get when you
stop taking coke, that was happening to him. and i was
mad because he never told me, and i was mad because he
was fucked up from the stuff in the first place. and i had to
act like i knew nothing when he got back in the car.



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