Cam
Will a time ever come when I don’t learn something new and terrifying about Aspen every five minutes?
Don’t get me wrong—I’m no less crazy about her than I was the night I met her. In fact, I feel myself falling harder and harder for her by the minute.
It’s just… panic attacks? Pills? And what was that about “the way she looked at the Red Light on Sunday,” anyway? Surely she wasn’t stripping, right?
At this point, I’m not sure anything would surprise me.
More than anything, I’m just worried. How badly does she need those pills to get by? Will she be able to find someone besides Rick Jones, the hands-down creepiest guy I have ever met, to get them for her?
I want to talk about it—to talk about all of this—but she’s intent on dancing, and I can’t exactly deny my innate, carnal desi
