cherie.
by » Amanda Young
i’m sitting in a corner at an underground rave, the first time i see her, rolling hard on ecstasy. she knows my friends, greets them warmly as i watch. without her knowing, of course. i can do nothing more. not so much because of my chemical, but because, corny as it [...]
i’m sitting in a corner at an underground rave, the first time i see her, rolling hard on ecstasy. she knows my friends, greets them warmly as i watch. without her knowing, of course. i can do nothing more. not so much because of my chemical, but because, corny as it [...]
