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Authors: Ashley Little
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Whacked, right? You know that junkie with the coat-hanger shoulders, wears that green and yellow tracksuit all the time? As fucked up as his life is, he always has a huge smile for everybody. Calls me Red. And Lacey, that crackhead who used to be a hairdresser? She always goes on about how nice my hair is, how she canât believe itâs my natural colour, and how sheâd kill to have colour like mine. Once, when she was coming up short, I let her give me a haircut in exchange for a rock. I needed a trim anyway. Yo, she did a better job than Magicuts! I donât know. Itâs weird. Yeah, theyâre all mangled, but theyâre people too, right? Some of them are pretty sweet.
Every time my phone rings, or I get a text, I think itâs gonna be Mac telling me itâs safe to come down again. But it never is.
Iâve been having weird dreams. A gun going off in my face. Walking around downtown but not being able to see where Iâm going. These loud explosions all around me. My hands all covered in blood. Black blood.
When I think about shooting that guy now, I canât even believe that it happened. I canât believe it was me who did it. What the hell happened to me? I used to be a fucking Girl Guide, for chrissakes.
Z
We need to get a safe, Mac sez 2 me 1 day outta da blue.
O ya?
Yeah. I mean, we canât really open bank accounts with all this cash, that would leave a paper trail, right? We canât keep buying furniture and art and shit, we gotta start saving for our condo.
R condO?
Yeah! A really gorgeous waterfront condo, baby. Get the fuck outta dodge, start living like the queens we are!
$he ki$$e$ me den & her lipz R tastee lyke da most deli$hu$ $hugar frootz in da wyde wurld. i grab her a$$ & we roll around on da bed 4 a-wyle, playin.
Whoz gonna live dere?
All of us, I guess.
1 big happee famlee, eh?
$he $hrugz. Weâre all working for it, Z.
i know, i know. ju$t ⦠i want U all 2 myself sumtimes, U know?
She laffs, rolls her sexee green eyez. Maybe we can have a private suite or something, okay?
U sure U can buy a condO w/ ca$h?
$he give$ me di$ look.
Wat? im ju$t $ayin, mebbe deres sum law agnst it or $umpin â¦
Cash buys everything, baby. You know that.
aiight, $o ⦠weâll get a $afe.
A big one.
ma$$ive.
Bolt it to the floor.
bolt U 2 da floor, câmere grrl! i grab her & $tart tickling her, ki$$ing her evrywhere.
Shh! Stop it! Stop, Z. Theyâll hear us! Z â¦
i donât give a fuck.
$he ki$$es my lipz, $weetlee, tendrlee.
U ki$$ by da book.
evn tho i had left my famlee, wuz involved in cryme evry day, & dropped outta HI$kewl, i knew da Black Roses were da be$t thing 2 evr happen 2 me. Mac wuz da be$t thing 2 evr happen 2 me. i M po$itively $ure about dat.
SLY GIRL
Only time I feel halfway normal now is when Iâm hittin the pipe. I know I shouldnât be. I know itâs riskin everythin to smoke. But what choice do I have, really? My life has been too fucked up to live sober. Some days, I wake up, and Iâm surprised, eh. Iâm surprised Iâm still alive, still here, you know?
But I got friends now at least. Theyâre good to me. Weâre kinda like a little family, like a real family should be. Stickin together. Lookin out for each other. Better than the family I left behind.
Why?
Cuz I know these chicks arenât gonna kill me. If they find out Iâm smokin crack, theyâll kick me outta the house and outta the Black Roses, but thatâs the worst thatâs gonna happen. In my old house, there was always a chance youâd wake up dead, or worse.
Sometimes, when Iâm lyin in bed at night, I think about my grandmother. Think about how she used to hold me on her lap and brush my hair with her special wooden comb. How sheâd play cards with me and let me help her peel potatoes. I think maybe my grandmother is the only person who ever loved me. Iâd like to see her again.
Every time my phone rings, or I get a text, I think itâs gonna be Mac telling me itâs safe to come down again. But it never is.
Iâve been having weird dreams. A gun going off in my face. Walking around downtown but not being able to see where Iâm going. These loud explosions all around me. My hands all covered in blood. Black blood.
When I think about shooting that guy now, I canât even believe that it happened. I canât believe it was me who did it. What the hell happened to me? I used to be a fucking Girl Guide, for chrissakes.
Z
We need to get a safe, Mac sez 2 me 1 day outta da blue.
O ya?
Yeah. I mean, we canât really open bank accounts with all this cash, that would leave a paper trail, right? We canât keep buying furniture and art and shit, we gotta start saving for our condo.
R condO?
Yeah! A really gorgeous waterfront condo, baby. Get the fuck outta dodge, start living like the queens we are!
$he ki$$e$ me den & her lipz R tastee lyke da most deli$hu$ $hugar frootz in da wyde wurld. i grab her a$$ & we roll around on da bed 4 a-wyle, playin.
Whoz gonna live dere?
All of us, I guess.
1 big happee famlee, eh?
$he $hrugz. Weâre all working for it, Z.
i know, i know. ju$t ⦠i want U all 2 myself sumtimes, U know?
She laffs, rolls her sexee green eyez. Maybe we can have a private suite or something, okay?
U sure U can buy a condO w/ ca$h?
$he give$ me di$ look.
Wat? im ju$t $ayin, mebbe deres sum law agnst it or $umpin â¦
Cash buys everything, baby. You know that.
aiight, $o ⦠weâll get a $afe.
A big one.
ma$$ive.
Bolt it to the floor.
bolt U 2 da floor, câmere grrl! i grab her & $tart tickling her, ki$$ing her evrywhere.
Shh! Stop it! Stop, Z. Theyâll hear us! Z â¦
i donât give a fuck.
$he ki$$es my lipz, $weetlee, tendrlee.
U ki$$ by da book.
evn tho i had left my famlee, wuz involved in cryme evry day, & dropped outta HI$kewl, i knew da Black Roses were da be$t thing 2 evr happen 2 me. Mac wuz da be$t thing 2 evr happen 2 me. i M po$itively $ure about dat.
SLY GIRL
Only time I feel halfway normal now is when Iâm hittin the pipe. I know I shouldnât be. I know itâs riskin everythin to smoke. But what choice do I have, really? My life has been too fucked up to live sober. Some days, I wake up, and Iâm surprised, eh. Iâm surprised Iâm still alive, still here, you know?
But I got friends now at least. Theyâre good to me. Weâre kinda like a little family, like a real family should be. Stickin together. Lookin out for each other. Better than the family I left behind.
Why?
Cuz I know these chicks arenât gonna kill me. If they find out Iâm smokin crack, theyâll kick me outta the house and outta the Black Roses, but thatâs the worst thatâs gonna happen. In my old house, there was always a chance youâd wake up dead, or worse.
Sometimes, when Iâm lyin in bed at night, I think about my grandmother. Think about how she used to hold me on her lap and brush my hair with her special wooden comb. How sheâd play cards with me and let me help her peel potatoes. I think maybe my grandmother is the only person who ever loved me. Iâd like to see her again.
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