JUST TO BE CLEAR. THIS IS A STORY ABOUT ME WHEN I WAS A TEENAGER. NOT AN ACCOUNT OF CURRENT EVENTS……..
When we first met we spent many a summer night drinking whiskey and smoking cigarettes in dolores park. we’d be with a pack of people, and we hardly knew each other, but you would keep me warm for a little while and we’d be kissing each other and everyone else. music would be playing on a boom box, and I’d join in a dance party on top of the boat in the sandbox while you watched from the benches. You’d have a hat on and the jacket you had before you lost that jacket and your mom bought you the new one. I can’t remember what that jacket looked like, but I remember liking it. once in awhile you’d squint from smoke in your eyes, and take a sip from your small bottle of Jameson wrapped in brown paper. then you would lick your bottom lip cause it gets dry, and I’d think about how you were the sexiest boy i had ever seen.
We had so many good nights in that park. drinking red liquor from a lemonade jar and ducking when the cops drove by. we’d fist harmony on the swings, you’d stick your foot in my cunt, nate would dance around in his underpants and lick vomit off a chest, wifey would get sand in her eyes and a sore jaw from face slapping. we would take pictures of us climbing the fence to the tennis courts, and smiling, and later on we’d have a bath and look all cracked out and mascara runny and beautiful.
On another evening we would wrestle with duck and tone and i’d kick all your asses in the grass. later your asshole would be bleeding, and aysha would be laughing from behind the bar, and we’d feel a little funny as we stepped out of the Lexington bathroom.
I feel like my boobies look fake in this picture….they’re not. I swear.
xoxo
Princess Donna