So, here we go. I'm listening to this Youngblood Brass Band, and i think for the first time in my life, my amazing and brilliant little brother has finally made a recommendation that i dislike, and dislike intensely. How to tell him?
Number 4, after some thought will have to be RC. To be truthful, RC and I screwed around each other for so long that i'm not sure when intercourse finally happened. After number 5? Which would make her 4? Unimportant. Number 5 was for such a specific amount of time, and RC was off and on, that she'll have to do.
She was a heroin addict, and not the cute sexy kind. She brought me Elliott Smith, I brought her Bjork, and we got scared of each other. It was electricity, and she was too new. So we stayed away, until she felt solid.
Then she smoked crack and cut her wrists open with broken glass, from a mirror she broke with her fist.
We didn't talk for years.
When i saw her again, i was in college. She had almost a year off the stuff, had a job, washed her hair. She looked good--she felt good. I got my friend back, and then one night, after a movie and hours of driving to the Good Will Hunting soundtrack, we made love. It was the first time i'd gone beyond fucking. It was scary, it seemed wrong after trying to fight for so long--but it was magic.
I don't remember what went wrong, but she disappeared again, and i never really forgave her. WHen she showed back up, i refused any chance for our old friendship, and things changed. She and I slept together a few more times, off and on through the years--she fucked my best friend on my couch before finals one morning, she sucked off my classmate after a rehearsal--then she disappeared again. This time though, she didn't go back to heroin, and she didn't leave town. She just retreated, like a turtle--found a boyfriend, finished school, and that was it.
I said goodbye when i moved.
I talked to her a year later, and she was shooting up again.
That was three years ago.
Number 4, after some thought will have to be RC. To be truthful, RC and I screwed around each other for so long that i'm not sure when intercourse finally happened. After number 5? Which would make her 4? Unimportant. Number 5 was for such a specific amount of time, and RC was off and on, that she'll have to do.
She was a heroin addict, and not the cute sexy kind. She brought me Elliott Smith, I brought her Bjork, and we got scared of each other. It was electricity, and she was too new. So we stayed away, until she felt solid.
Then she smoked crack and cut her wrists open with broken glass, from a mirror she broke with her fist.
We didn't talk for years.
When i saw her again, i was in college. She had almost a year off the stuff, had a job, washed her hair. She looked good--she felt good. I got my friend back, and then one night, after a movie and hours of driving to the Good Will Hunting soundtrack, we made love. It was the first time i'd gone beyond fucking. It was scary, it seemed wrong after trying to fight for so long--but it was magic.
I don't remember what went wrong, but she disappeared again, and i never really forgave her. WHen she showed back up, i refused any chance for our old friendship, and things changed. She and I slept together a few more times, off and on through the years--she fucked my best friend on my couch before finals one morning, she sucked off my classmate after a rehearsal--then she disappeared again. This time though, she didn't go back to heroin, and she didn't leave town. She just retreated, like a turtle--found a boyfriend, finished school, and that was it.
I said goodbye when i moved.
I talked to her a year later, and she was shooting up again.
That was three years ago.