AN ENDLESS LOOP
Tina had been in the bathroom. When she finally came out she stood there. Her eyes were barely open. She kept reaching into her pockets and pulling bills out. They fell to the floor like leaves. We were at Tara’s, in the converted garage she called an apartment. Tara and Tina were ex-girlfriends of mine. They were both tall. They both had short bleached blond hair. They had both modeled. They both had cherubs tattooed on the same shoulder. They were both heroin addicts. Lucky me.
