My blood pressure bloomed, my head
 
 pounded.
 
 Need rose up, pumping violently
 
 through my veins. All I could
 
 think of, as I reached for the phone
 
 on my
 
 nightstand, were fat ivory lines,
 
 waiting to whisk me to a
 
 netherworld, far beyond my
 
 door.
 
 Chase was “busy” Friday night. So I
 
 did a really intelligent thing.
 
 Called Brendan for a date and
 
 asked
 
 him to make a buy. “Can you get me an
 
 eight ball?” I figured an eighth
 
 of an ounce would last awhile. It cost
 
 me
 
 $250, which I was saving to buy my
 
 first car. But hey, I probably
 
 wouldn’t have my license
 
 for
 
 years. Illicit fun settled upon, I put on
 
 my most innocent face and went
 
 to gift my family with half-hearted
 
 company.
 
 I Could Hardly Wait for Friday
 
 Though the voice of my virginity nagged,
 
 the lure of the monster was stronger.
 
 Besides, I could always say “no.”