Soph (ILoveUAliveGirl) shot me in the neck in 2008 and it felt like a bad apocalypse movie.
”Im not going to say dystopian, its not like that, it wasn’t the end, it wasn’t a climax, there was no rising action, just parody. It feels like parody always. I smoke this cigarette and its a character smoking. I was always smoking and I always will be, extending left and right forever this moment i inhale, right before it hits my lungs. Have you ever noticed the ballet shoes emoji and the lungs emoji look the same?”
I remember her saying to me right before she put an explosive in my neck, right to the left of my adams apple. Then she put me in the trunk of her stolen light blue 1971 Cadillac El Dorado, white trim. Black wheels pull on Encino asphalt as she drives my and my body down Arcadia blvd. Los Angeles is a lot like Afghanistan, graveyard of nations. Goodbye, nation of Eliot. Farewell to your people!
She put me in the dumpster of the cvs and smoked the rest of my American Spirits. Nobody came to help and nobody cared. Everyone was breathing.
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