Viva La Gloria
"So, you gonna jump?" I ask the girl standing at t he edge of the roof. I can't see her face, only her black leather jacket. The wind up here makes the clenched fist stenciled on the back of her jacket flutter like it's alive – and angry.
"What? f**k no," she sa ys, turning her head to look at me . She's cute. A petite, brown-skinned mixture of a few different ethnicities. And judging by the cold look in her eyes, angry – like the fist on her jacket.
"So why you up here?" I ask.
"I come up here whenever I wanna hit something. Y ou volunteering?"
"Nope. Just came up here to get high . " I pull the pipe out of my pocket and show it to her. " Care to join me?"
" D on't smoke. " Her eyes narrow as she sizes me up. "Fuckin' stoner. "
I shrug, spark up the bowl and inh
