Friday, October 21, 2005

A Monday Night, of All Nights...

Woken up at 1, a yelling moaning roomate on drugs. She passes out on the couch and is dead other than the fact that she's breathing. Sirens and lights, the works for Nicole! A living room full of paramedics, waking the dead. Her wretching and panicking, not knowing her birthday. Finding her escort service business cards in her purse instead of her ID and carecard, laying suspicions to rest. They take her away and the house is quiet again. Now try to go back to bed!
Moving out and living in the city is just full of good stories!

(Delayed posting due to excessive school work)

1 Comments:

At 10:30 AM, October 26, 2005, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Sure makes one long for the good old days of peace and quiet up the Arm, eh? At least it makes for a good story...........or maybe having a sex trade worker roomie isn't something you want to tell people about!?!
Cara

 

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