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another unfruitful night that should've been spent doing something productive, or at least the chemistry report. instead i found myself in a car speeding down 595 toward THE TOWERS, source of all entertainment for mindless kids lusting for the attention not received at home, making up for it by driving their flashy cars to be praised and maybe someone will talk to them. this is like a poor imitation of "2 fast 2 furious," and as i am pulled from my sleep in the backseat of a shitty car to traverse the glittering parking lot, i tug on slobodan's arm and tell him how extremely excited i am to be there. baby gypsy used car salesman gives me a dirty look and i turn my attention to the fact that i look like their kid brother, clad in a rainbow montessori school shirt and my dinosaur pajama shorts. perhaps if i had known they would be picking me up from jenny's and taking me straight to some shitty parking lot, i could have made more of an effort to look like the other girls there: gained several pounds, pierced my belly button, grown my hair a few more feet and slicked it back into an atilla helmet complete with ponytail, slammed on some size 0 baby phat jeans even though i'm a size 13, put on as much garish k-mart makeup as i can find, and above all, sucked a few mexican dicks, downed a couple bars, and squeezed my oversized torso into a tight spaghetti-strap tank top so that each sickening bulge of my jiggling body is illuminated. oh, and i can't forget the hoop earrings too large to be bracelets. so we wander around the area for a few minutes, they looking at cars, i looking for charlie, and finally we end up in a taco bell with me staring at the sparkling curls of plastic hanging from the ceiling listening to a barrage of harsh words in a language i don't understand. i found out that macedonian is only beautiful when it's spoken to me in a soft, breathy voice next to my ear. when they finish eating i get to lay down by myself in the back of the car again as they look around for cops then "peel out" onto the highway once more. after a short time of contemplating the fact that there's only some fabric and metal between myself and the asphalt quickly speeding away beneath me, we arrive at the next location: las olas, aka THE SCENE. because las olas is the most teriffic place three sixteen year olds can go, we walk up and down the street once, wandering through drunken girls (slightly classier than the towers girls) and the fools chasing them, spending half an hour wandering that shithole until it's time for them to take me home. thank god. i lay down in the back again. i love the conversation they encourage me to take part in by speaking another language, and after another sleepy ride i'm finally home and i get my third kiss of the whole two hours i've been with slobodan and stumble inside and it's off to sleep, better known as salvation.