Tuesday, December 30, 2008

My salad days

From the private Journal of Luisa Smith
Ach! My younger days when I was--how you say?--svelte. Hitching rides under trucks. Scaling public buildings on a slim nylon rope. Ah, and when was the last time I gave a man his last surprise after rising from his crawlspace?

Oh, but I can comfort myself in knowing that these memories likely did not exist before I volunteered for the psychoactive drug tests.

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