“Have fun!” I called, not expecting to be heard over my stereo, now blasting “Down with the Sickness” at the throng of college-goers. And hurry up, my class starts in twenty-five minutes!” I should have been nicer, maybe humored her a little; instead I stomped on the gas pedal and swung a tight arc around the corner. XXX Deciding against socks, I pulled my black steel-toe boots on and hastily tied them in a loose knot, since I wasn’t planning on walking far. “You’re such a moron when you’re high, I’m going to bed.” I lazily spun my head to watch her leave, “I love you.” I called after her, a habit I’d developed whenever she left for bed. Christina had gotten a ride home from school, her friends were nice enough about that; she was watching SVU on my PS3, which
