Coke Classic
Wait until you hear this one... So last night was proceeding along the path like any other night. We had the regular run of dog walkers, drunk kids and random hook-ups going along without exception until about 3:15 a.m.
Then, pushing their way through the double glass doors were four girls completely decked in black, make-up still perfect, eyes glassing over. One girl had dark circles under her eyes and all four had red, chapped noses. Had I not known their ringleader, Lindsay Diller on 11-A, I would have chalked up their behavior and dazed look to the bitter cold.
But no, Lindsay Diller has had one too many late night deliveries from her "contacts" over the past 18 months since she moved in not suspect a dangerous addiction. Now I'm not sure who the other three girls were, but they could have been anyone - friends visiting from out of town or are just or just college friends living down the street.
Either way, they came in laughing, stumbling and coughing. Lindsay saw me and just smiled. As a courteous employee who knows all-too-well who her father is, I smiled back. She then stumbled over to my desk and asked me how my night was going.
What was this? Respect?
Hardly. Without waiting for me to answer, she pulled out a little, multi-colored pouch, removed a metal case and poured a tablespoon of white powder onto my marble desktop. I was too stunned to panic. But I did not even have time to react. With a few deft hand movements, she had divided up the pile into four thin lines about the size and shape of a single match. One line quickly disappeared with a quick sniff and a cough. The other three girls came over and followed suit.
The last one, a shorter, chubbier Meg Ryan lookalike, then leaned over and licked my face. It was appalling.
After a few more seconds, they all disappeared into the elevator and went higher. Only one came back down, about an hour later. How she made it out of the building and throught door i do not know, as her eyes were completely closed. I have no idea if she even made it home, wherever home is. But I left this morning at 8 and did not hear from the other three at all.
Maybe they overdosed. I can only hope.
Then, pushing their way through the double glass doors were four girls completely decked in black, make-up still perfect, eyes glassing over. One girl had dark circles under her eyes and all four had red, chapped noses. Had I not known their ringleader, Lindsay Diller on 11-A, I would have chalked up their behavior and dazed look to the bitter cold.
But no, Lindsay Diller has had one too many late night deliveries from her "contacts" over the past 18 months since she moved in not suspect a dangerous addiction. Now I'm not sure who the other three girls were, but they could have been anyone - friends visiting from out of town or are just or just college friends living down the street.
Either way, they came in laughing, stumbling and coughing. Lindsay saw me and just smiled. As a courteous employee who knows all-too-well who her father is, I smiled back. She then stumbled over to my desk and asked me how my night was going.
What was this? Respect?
Hardly. Without waiting for me to answer, she pulled out a little, multi-colored pouch, removed a metal case and poured a tablespoon of white powder onto my marble desktop. I was too stunned to panic. But I did not even have time to react. With a few deft hand movements, she had divided up the pile into four thin lines about the size and shape of a single match. One line quickly disappeared with a quick sniff and a cough. The other three girls came over and followed suit.
The last one, a shorter, chubbier Meg Ryan lookalike, then leaned over and licked my face. It was appalling.
After a few more seconds, they all disappeared into the elevator and went higher. Only one came back down, about an hour later. How she made it out of the building and throught door i do not know, as her eyes were completely closed. I have no idea if she even made it home, wherever home is. But I left this morning at 8 and did not hear from the other three at all.
Maybe they overdosed. I can only hope.
posted by Mirko Milutovic @ 9:40 AM
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