Friday
Either I’m stupid or just graced with perseverance beyond human capacity, because the first thing I decided when I woke up was—I’m going to find someone to help me get this sorted out and make a success. I’d had a third grade teacher—Mrs. White—who was always saying s**t like that. We’re gonna have a great day! Monday morning, another week in which to excel! When life gives you lemons…all that crap. So there I was in a puddle of old vomit, whether mine or someone else’s I didn’t really want to know, hungry, hurting, dirty, all alone, and bloodstained. I felt like I imagined a hangover would feel—yes, I was still that innocent at seventeen years and one day.
When I was able to open one eye, I could see a Parks and Rec truck pulling into the parking lot, unlocking gates, driving acr
