“You gonna take a hit with us, Lar?”
Nikki snickers and glances at the young woman next to her in the front seat, then at me in the back seat. Knowing I won’t join them, the woman giggles as Nikki passes her the pipe.
But I’m not laughing. I feel trapped. I can’t breathe. My head is throbbing. My heart is pounding. And my mind is whirling. How in the world did I end up in the back of a car watching strippers smoke dope?
I remember Nikki inviting me to a party but can’t recall her saying snowcaps would kick off the evening’s activities. Get me out of here, God, I pray, before the cops come!
photo by Alyssa Marie Gallegos
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