There’s no other way to put it. It’s actually the only thing I really know for sure about that night. The rest is a little hazy. I had totally forgotten it even happened until my friend Marija reminded me about it.
A bunch of us went to New York for a music festival. Marija and I were at the Walgreens just down the street from where we were staying. Walgreens is like an American Shoppers Drug Mart. It was 4 in the morning. We were with two friends of friends, John and James, who we had met only two days earlier at the beginning of our trip. John and James were checking out snacks over by the refrigerators. Marija and I ran through the store and snuck up behind them. I was hiding behind a huge display of something- I’m not even sure what- quiet as a rhino. Marija was a few feet behind me, hiding behind a different display, I’m thinking more quietly than I was managing. I was clutching this amazing snack I discovered that they sell at Walgreens. It’s this little stick of mozzarella cheese wrapped in proscuitto. SO SO DELICIOUS. I whipped it at John and James. They turned around all of a sudden and I wasn’t prepared for that and I panicked and in that moment I just let myself fall back onto the display of beef jerky right next to me. I just fell. Suddenly I could feel the little hangers that hold the jerky digging into my back. I could see Marija’s face. I think the fall looked worse than it felt. Or maybe it really was that bad. I think it might have actually really hurt but I do this thing where I pretend that everything is ok, and most of the time everything really does become ok, just through sheer willpower. It’s like magic. I can definitely ignore a problem away. Plus I had a lot of adrenaline going through me at the moment, which helped. The guys came over to where we were and John told me to calm down. I did not appreciate this as much as I think he wished I had. Eff you John. You calm down. Get on my level.
The girl who just can't play it cool 