He’ll treat you like a queen, they said to me, but I just wanted some action. Sneaking into the bar under age was so easy. Just said DD to the bartender and got free whatever. I chugged a soda and they all thought it was vodka. When the cops came in I went to the toilet with soggy paper towel and pretended to puke. They asked for my ID and I said, I’ll go get it. When I told my friends I was busted I could see in their faces they weren’t leaving with me. I was on my own. Hitch hiking to Red Deer made me feel strong. Even refusing the joint was standard for me. I got lectured about not carrying a knife for protection. I was pretty disappointed when action boy didn’t show up the next day, but it was for the best. I didn’t want the bad apple and he was pretty messed up.
Girls, Guns & Hot Rods:
by Jami Beck
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