It’s one of those days. I’m being a dirty girl. The windows are open and the music is cranked. I’m wearing my slut skirt and a tank top. My hair waving down my back, wild pale curls. Sitting in the sun like a cat, stretched, languid, not a drop of sunscreen. I’ve got my drink on — gin and tonic with lots of ice and just a little bit of lime. My twice-a-year cigarette habit. Foreign cigarettes that make me all fuzzy in the head after two drags. Watching the people walk by the harbor down below through my big-ass shades. The air smells of salt and sex.
Kiss kiss bang bang, s.