He was hot-boxing in his '86 Corolla in the dollar store parking lot. The snow was coming down softly and I think you were crying, but I don't remember seeing any tears. When he got out of the car I remember how you walked over to him, stared into his blood-red eyes and slapped him straight across the face. I think you did it because he was high as hell and you knew he wouldn't really feel it and you need to take out your feelings on someone. And you also knew he wasn't really the person you wanted to hit, which made you feel bad and made you kiss him. I don't think I've ever seen a stoner so dazed and so completely surprised at the same time.
This whole bit gave me a good laugh. You see, I was working the checkout at the store that night. I knew you both had forgotten or you would have come in to say "Hi" at least. Which was fine. I think we were each dealing with things in our own way and I couldn't really take interacting with anyone I knew that night; I knew I just couldn't.
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