I’ve been waiting in the parking lot for over an hour. Jessica was supposed to be here at 2 and now it’s 3:15. The clinic closes at 5:30 and my appointment is at 3:30. There are people with picket signs across the street. I couldn’t stomach looking at the signs so I turned on the radio. The Smiths were playing “Heaven Knows I’m Miserable Now” how fucking appropriate.
I keep checking my cell phone and calling Jess but she isn’t answering. She’s probably fucking Marc or some bullshit. My hands are trembling and I can barely light a cigarette. I get out of my car and start pacing back and forth, toward the entrance and back to my car.
Where is Jessica? My cell phone rings and I answer without looking, It’s my mother, I hang up and get back in my car. I light the cigarette and drive away.
What are friends for?
I keep checking my cell phone and calling Jess but she isn’t answering. She’s probably fucking Marc or some bullshit. My hands are trembling and I can barely light a cigarette. I get out of my car and start pacing back and forth, toward the entrance and back to my car.
Where is Jessica? My cell phone rings and I answer without looking, It’s my mother, I hang up and get back in my car. I light the cigarette and drive away.
What are friends for?
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