He works at the library: 16 de septiembre de 2013
We smoked pot, and wondering if I should put in eye drops, I ask him if my eyes are high. Looking up, his vision directed above my head, he says, “Um, yes! They are very high.”
He works at the library, and I have the hugest boner for his boss. I don’t know why, there’s just something about him. Maybe it’s the shaggy blonde hair and circular librarian spectacles. Yesterday during his break we got hallucinogenically high in the park, and when we return to the library his boss fixes me with a crystalline-eyed stare, hiding a smile. I was so fidgety and twitchy and high, so I put my hood on, muttering, “Stop making him stare at me!”
He glances at me and then at his boss and says out of the corner of his mouth, “I’m not doing it, he is!” His boss hears and bursts out laughing, then begins shuffling through papers and moving books around. Ignoring faint auditory hallucinations and stifling my own laughter, I speed walk out of the library, a quick getaway.