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You can’t really know how to party. Yeah. About Jack. The Social Security doesn’t go as far as it used to. Yeah. No one wants us. Buy anything cool. I don’t think. No. And now they won’t let me drive. Yeah, we do. Yeah. Fuck.

Oh, I haven’t seen you before. When did you move in? I don’t know. Really. They just dropped me off here. You know, my kids do the same to me. You know, there are so few men at this place. The girl can get lonely.

And what? And now I had some old stuff like you could really brighten my day. How would you like to come back to my room? I mean, okay, is there like beer there or something? I like the way you think. You’re thinking fun.

Girl, whose sister overdosed? I held my books too close to my chest while kids pointed at me and saying stuff, like she’s the one who sisters in a coma. One kid stopped me in the hallway and said I heard your sister choked on a hamburger bun and died. In the school library, as I search for a book about Lucille Ball from my book report.

A teacher, I didn’t know walked over to me and offered her condolences. For what I asked. Or your sister’s passing, she replied. I draw my books and ran to the principal’s office to call my mom. I was just at the hospital she said I can assure you, your sister’s not But a teacher told me, I implored.

It’s okay Kathleen. People just want to be involved. They think it’s exciting. A few minutes later. My mom and I were watching the local news, when they announced that the girl who had OD at the local Juna, High School had died. We called the hospital and couldn’t get anyone to tell us anything.

So we drove 100 miles an hour to check on her. Good times is still in a coma, but she was alive. Looking back on it now I realized I got a lot of unwanted media training during that time. I learned that people love to attach themselves to fame, even if it involves disaster.

And that journalists are not always accurate. I was definitely famous in moral now. But not for something good.

The suggestion box. My sister eventually woke up out of her coma and my parents pretended like nothing had happened. I remember thinking they were completely insane. She got no help, no punishment, just silence. As if we were both being rewarded for her near-death, overdose we got to leave the world.