Harper Estey
Joined March 2018
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Icarus Fell
It’s probably almost ten o’clock on a Tuesday in late April. I sit at my desk finishing the final bit of a joint I’d rolled. I roll a second one and watch an episode of a show I’ve seen twice, at least. My window looks out over a stretch of road between two dorm rooms, and I spend ample time watching other students walking up or down, alone or together, quiet or yelling. Sober or not. It’s in that moment, when a quiet student walks up the hill, when the dialogue of the show barely piques my attention, when I truly realize I am truly stoned, that my phone begins to ring.
By Harper Estey6 years ago in Criminal