jaylar
About two weeks later I went to Julie. We sat around mourning Marty. We were talking crying, and then she said, “Let’s get so high we don’t remember our names…”
It’s the moment when I’m supposed to dissuade. I didn’t.
We got so high we didn’t remember our names.
I woke in Julie’s bed. Naked. So was she. I slipped out, grabbed my clothes, into the living room, tossed them on the couch. I pulled on my pants,washed my face in the kitchen sink, made coffee.
Julie was sleeping until I dropped the frying pan. I didn’t know how loud and horrible the sound would be. I felt my eardrums about to pop.
I went to the sofa.
I heard Julie moving around in the bedroom. Going into the bathroom.
I got up, picked up the pan, put it on the stove, went to the fridge, looked, yeah, there were eggs. I took out two.
Julie came in wearing jeans and a tee shirt.
She looked at me with questions, but I went into the bathroom. Was there for a little longer than I needed to be.
