I consume stimulants and half of a sandwich that Levi made me. I split the sandwich with the Vincent Gallo lookalike who I traditionally share sandwiches with. I kiss Levi and then I sleep in his bed.
I wake up at 11am. I mumble.
“Use your words,” Levi says.
“Drugs,” I say.
“It’s too early for drugs,” Levi says.
I have to go meet my mother and my sisters in Chinatown for lunch. I haven’t seen them for months. I’m nervous. Drugs would help. But it’s “too early for drugs,” according to fascists.
I walk to Levi’s bathroom and comb the knots out of my hair with my fingers. It doesn’t really work. I look awful.
I take an Uber to Chinatown. The roads are all blocked off and messed up because of Chinese New Year parade stuff. I get dropped off far away from where I’m supposed to be and my phone is about to die and I don’t know where I am and I’m scared. I walk the wrong way for a while.
I see one of those dragons, the dragon costumes that people wear and dance around in for Chinese New Year. I’d never seen one before. I stop in my tracks. It’s so beautiful. It’s amazing. I thank God that the roads were blocked off and that I walked the wrong way because otherwise I wouldn’t have seen this amazing dragon.
I remember that my phone is dying. I check the GPS on my phone and I start running.
I see my sister and I hug her. Me and my mother and my sister and my other sister all sit down in the Chinese restaurant.
I’m pale and shaking.
“What are you on? Seriously?” My mother asks.