My dirty clothes and late English paper-one of the last assignments I need to graduate-will be the least of my problems.īut that’s all in the future.
By tomorrow, my scabby-faced mugshot will be all over the news as the Cornell student arrested with $150,000 of smack. In a minute, there will be police, with questions and handcuffs. I stop walking and push my fingers deep into my pockets in search of a Parliament. The sun is deceptive it looks like a nice upstate New York morning, but really it’s December and the wind is whipping up from Ithaca’s gorges. I’m only ten minutes from where I’m going, and it’s cold outside. I have problems: I am out of clean clothes, I cannot find my glasses, my English paper is late, and my pockets are not big enough for all the heroin I have.īut, honestly, more than anything, I want a cigarette.
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