August 31st, 2004


New People

We had seen each other at parties for months, but I never knew her until she threw that broken bottle at my face. Until then, everything she said about herself and everything other people said about her had been hearsay.

Over a beer, she told the group that she had stabbed her best friend with her collection of used needles, and Mark took deep pleasure in telling me all the grusome details about how she killed a stray cat and put it in her co-workers desk. It was all so edgy, to seem non-committal about these acts, so cool not to care.

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