Star Man
08-25-2019, 11:05 AM
“Brandi. It's too hot. Let's jump in the pool.”
“Have you looked at it? It's all green and shit.”
“For real?”
“Yeah. The pump went out when the electricity quit last week. Plus it's hot as fuck too.”
“Global warming?”
“My dad says that's bullshit. He says it's just a heat wave. We've always had 'em.”
“What about your mom?”
“She's drinking. Warm vodka. No electricity. No refrigerator. No ice cubes.”
“What are we going to do?”
“Don't know. Take the car. Drive to Alaska.”
“Good luck with that. It burned up five years ago.”
“True that. The news said it's as hot there as here.”
“I better check on Gramma. This heat's hard on her.”
“Aieee! Caitlin! Get my mom. Gramma's not breathing!”
“Your mom's passed out.”
“Oh, shit. Oh, shit. Oh, shit.”
“Where's your dad?”
“He walked to the Seven-Eleven. Before you got up. He went for beer.”
“You better call 9-1-1.”
“You call. None of our phones are charged.”
“Hello! 9-1-1. My friend's grandmother isn't breathing.”
“What did they say?”
“She said there's nothing they can do. They're trying to help people who are still breathing.”
“I'm scared, Brandi. I'm really fucking scared.”
“Me too.”
“You got any of that Oxy left? It'll help. With the panic.”
“Yeah. My mouth's so dry, I hope I can even swallow it.”
“Gimme two. I'm gonna sleep. Hope it's cooled down when I wake up.”
“If you wake up.”
“So? Okay. How bad could that be? We're never going to make it through this. It's gonna be this hot for fucking ever.”
“What's the point anyway? My gramma's dead. My mom's dead drunk. My dad wandered off and he's probably not coming back. I'm saving my spit and taking two. I love you. You're my BFF.”
“I just wish I'd been able to fuck Darrin. Just once. I really missed out on that.” <style type="text/css">p { margin-bottom: 0.1in; line-height: 120%; }</style>
“Have you looked at it? It's all green and shit.”
“For real?”
“Yeah. The pump went out when the electricity quit last week. Plus it's hot as fuck too.”
“Global warming?”
“My dad says that's bullshit. He says it's just a heat wave. We've always had 'em.”
“What about your mom?”
“She's drinking. Warm vodka. No electricity. No refrigerator. No ice cubes.”
“What are we going to do?”
“Don't know. Take the car. Drive to Alaska.”
“Good luck with that. It burned up five years ago.”
“True that. The news said it's as hot there as here.”
“I better check on Gramma. This heat's hard on her.”
“Aieee! Caitlin! Get my mom. Gramma's not breathing!”
“Your mom's passed out.”
“Oh, shit. Oh, shit. Oh, shit.”
“Where's your dad?”
“He walked to the Seven-Eleven. Before you got up. He went for beer.”
“You better call 9-1-1.”
“You call. None of our phones are charged.”
“Hello! 9-1-1. My friend's grandmother isn't breathing.”
“What did they say?”
“She said there's nothing they can do. They're trying to help people who are still breathing.”
“I'm scared, Brandi. I'm really fucking scared.”
“Me too.”
“You got any of that Oxy left? It'll help. With the panic.”
“Yeah. My mouth's so dry, I hope I can even swallow it.”
“Gimme two. I'm gonna sleep. Hope it's cooled down when I wake up.”
“If you wake up.”
“So? Okay. How bad could that be? We're never going to make it through this. It's gonna be this hot for fucking ever.”
“What's the point anyway? My gramma's dead. My mom's dead drunk. My dad wandered off and he's probably not coming back. I'm saving my spit and taking two. I love you. You're my BFF.”
“I just wish I'd been able to fuck Darrin. Just once. I really missed out on that.” <style type="text/css">p { margin-bottom: 0.1in; line-height: 120%; }</style>