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Punks-Big Mistake

Minnie was 14. She liked wearing bright red lipstick and getting high. Mostly with other people. But that had not been happening too much lately.
There is no Tommy. There is no Krystal. There is no one who wants to know her.
Except Billiy-Boy. Always fucking Billy-Boy.
And Phillip.
And Phillip is so popular. And he is so blonde and blue eyed.
He says he will talk to her in front of others--but he doesn't; at Minnie's request.
He really wants to walk her home at night.

It surprises Minnie how much you can get to know when people claim you as invisible. She hears a lot of conversations these days.
"I bought some new lipstick..."
"That Susan Howe makes me so mad..."
"I love Patrick sooo much..."
"I love the colour. It's great, right?"
"I am gonna punch her in the face, I swear."
"I just know he is going to ask meee out."
Melaine, Sandra and Nancy; smoking, in a circle of self-interest.
And she hears Phillip isn't asking anyone out. No one at school thinks he's a fag.
"He fingered me once...like a year a go..."
"He's hot. I'd fuck him..."
"He probably has a girlfriend in Toronto. Or Paris or somewhere..."
"...A fashion model in New York City!"
and
"That's the best muthafucka out on the field. My boy!" High Five.
It was always good news about Phillip.
He doesn't deserve it. To be asociated with her.
So, when he says, "Minnie, I promise I love you...", she just kisses him or grabs his dick--whatever will shut him up the quickest.
Nobody ever says anything bad about Tommy either.



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Karri Bowman said…
"Melaine, Sandra and Nancy; smoking, in a circle of self-interest."

Love that.
Wednesday, 4 July 2007 at 14:34:00 GMT-4
Anonymous said…
i love it too....genius
Wednesday, 4 July 2007 at 23:10:00 GMT-4
ticknart said…
I swear, Q, that the thing I'm posting later today was written yesterday, when I couldn't go online.

Just thought you should know.

And the invisible thing, that's totally true.
Thursday, 5 July 2007 at 11:50:00 GMT-4
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Monday, 25 January 2010 at 20:13:00 GMT-5
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