.“Joy, over here!” someone called from across the quad.
I squinted. Was that Lisa? She looked fuzzy and distorted like a messed-up TV. I stumbled toward her, trying to walk in a straight line, but for some reason my zig-zagging feet wouldn’t cooperate. They dragged over the concrete until I shoulder-bumped into some lump of a kid, mumbled “Sorry”, and then staggered toward the voice.
“Hello.” I started to say more but then I noticed how amazing my tongue was. Soft and pliable. Wow! I twisted it from side to side before running it over the roof of my mouth, teeth, and lips.
“Girl,” said Lisa, “you are f****d-up. What’d you take?”
“Jus’ some Blue Heaven. Like that.” I pointed at the sky. “It’s beautiful!” I threw my head back and swiped at the diamond clouds that now sparkled overhead. O
