Shooting Stars and Open Bars by Alexandria Duluoz

AlexandriaThere’s just one memory I keep going over in my head. It was early morning in California and I’d been up all night leaning on the windowsill, my mind was clouded with the haze of six hash brownies and a red stripe. I loved those one dollar and ninety-nine cent tall boy cans of red stripe. It had been six months of non-drinking so I was still decently drunk. It was also my sixth consecutive month of not having sex, at five a.m. I started to make heart shaped waffles. Supposing it was nervousness and bad habit forming but I had gotten little sleep and I continued to ponder ever so deeply. When my roommates finally got up we skated down the hill to catch the eight bus to Ocean Park Boulevard…

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