I must have been on something strong
when I saw her.
She seemed like one of my hallucinations,
fantasies finding a place in the real world.
I was drinking to the bottom of a whiskey bottle
in a car tunnel. Car wheels hitting manholes
and pavements echoed off the columns around me.
While focusing on finding another ridiculous
car to laugh at,
it took me awhile to realize
she was trying to get my attention
and once she did,
I wasn't able to look away.
I thought I fell in love.
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vixens; victims; vicodins [editing]
Teen Fictionnixon and monroe are two fluorescent adolescents who participate in activities that ruin their lives under a hot boston sun.