Aug/Sep 1998

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Kevin McGowin

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Well, I was by this time so far gone, I told him I guessed would be all right by me, and gave him the money for it to boot. He came back about an hour later with a radio antenna and a handful of crack rocks, one of which he proceeded to suck down in 15 seconds flat. I'd of course assumed he was going out for more pot, but I was getting tired and depressed and didn't really give a shit by this time, at all. I thought maybe it'd sober me up a bit.

Chevy Nova

After all this went down, I got a ride back home embarrassed as hell and pretty humiliated, as you can imagine, and thought twice and three times over about going on a bender after that. And even if I'd wanted to, I had no fucking car. Probably saved my life a second time, Roosevelt Green.

A Me-Maw in the Works

Now when she looked back to see our reactions, she saw her ol' boy Boadie there lookin' not at her but at Chemaine, and lookin' her up and down this way and all that. I think she was kind of surprised 'cause not only was he doing it right there in back of Susan, he was doing it right in front of me, too, and even if Chemaine and I's just friends, that's not the point. He made some kind of remark about the way her jeans were fitting.