Saturday, February 19, 2011


My phone rings in the middle of school hours, so I wait until the final bell has rung to return back his call.

What's up?

A pause. Trembling breaths on the other end that I can see curling into mist and sending their clamminess my way.

She's dead.


She od'd on heroin. I don't know if it was on purpose or not. But you know how she always was.

I didn't ask how. I asked why.

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