Or the account of my decline into barbarism (and all of the lovely, mad people who helped me do it).

Thursday, April 8, 2010


There's a boy in my fiction class who looks like Holden Caulfield. He was even kicked out of private school, so of course he's my type. He started talking to me after we sat together at a poetry reading on campus, and we've been chatting ever since.

"You should test the waters." Taylor said.

Jennifer and Michelle acted as enablers and urged me forward. "Do it." they said.

No, I shouldn't! He is bad, a bad boy. Christ, what is it about me that attracts bad boys? It's because I'm good. I smell sweet, so they come thirsty like mosquitoes to sweat in the summertime.

And so it begins...

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