She didn’t say I have to. She wasn’t giving me that you’d-do-it-if-you-were-as-cool-as-me look. But she did throw it out there on the table.
You may need to smoke a whole pack, Julie. In one sitting.
I don’t want to ruin her reputation or anything but it was Miss Sarah herself who actually suggested that to me. Let’s just be clear: The closest I’ve come to smoking anything is when I accidentally steamed my hair in the curling iron. I’ve probably inhaled less secondhand smoke than most people. (Yep I’m that girl.) And she wants me to smoke a whole pack?!
Oh yeah. I should mention.
She wasn’t talking about cigarettes.
Actually, if she was, it would be a less nausea-inducing suggestion than the one she was actually giving me.
But more about that later, possibly. For now, I’m just leaving it on the table.
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