APPARENTLY IT’S HIP TO DO DRUGS AGAIN

By Claire Zulkey

So that's what we did all night (excluding Therese, who went home with some guy who looked like that guy from that movie about ice skating.) When we ran out of cigarettes, we stepped out on the street again. It was about seven a.m. and I couldn't tell if I was more tired or more awake than I'd ever been in my entire life. The city looked like a set from a play.Small stuff made to look big. On the sidewalk, Annie found her cashmere scarf. She had thrown it out the window for some reason (okay, it was the drugs). It had been lying in filth, but she picked it up and put it back on anyway.