“I’m just walking over there,” I replied, pointing to Honey’s dorm. I called the jungle bunny over to the bedside with a ‘come hither’ gesture of my index finger. “Your what?”
“It’s straightener,” Honey repeated. What’s with all these damn people?”
“Are you here to meet the Colts?” the guard asked me. “It’s a chemical, like a shampoo, that makes your hair straight.”
“Is it supposed to blind people after you get naked with them?”
Honey laughed. Although I promised to wait for her to return, my loyalty lasted for approximately two days before I was stuck inside some other knee-walking, gutter-crawling slut. I looked at myself in the wall mirror with my remaining, good eye. Rolling down my car window, I asked the guard, “Hey, what’s going on here?
