you get high with judy. you sleep with heather. you go out to dinner with bunny. cameron's french has come back to him, halting high-school accent, and frances tells you what he says, sometimes. judy is lighting a bong for you and you're wearing pajamas that belong to her, an oversize jimmy buffett shirt, a mens' xl, gym shorts left over from her middle school, clothes that drown your body in them. you take a hit and you pretend you don't have a body. judy makes you a kamikaze and you will throw it back up before the night is over but before that you just cry, head on her shoulder, and she doesn't ask questions as you howl into the night.
(you have the errant thought that you will not be able to run from this forever. the drugs will run out and the wound in your mind will fail to mend itself. judy strokes your hair and paints your nails and you drink. you relish in the cliched nature of it, of the tackiness inherent to you. west coast sensibilities.)
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