ford, gigi m.

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gianna margiela ford -- 19 -- cocktail waitress -- nyc ......................................... 6:00 AM -- wake up 6:02 AM -- marlboro on the balcony 6:13 AM -- 2 fried eggs 6:25 AM -- back to bed 9:30 AM -- wake up 9:31 AM -- make up 9:45 AM -- dress up 9:49 AM -- shoot up 10:06 AM -- to-go coffee @ variety 10:10 AM -- l train into manhattan 10:22 AM -- shoplift from strand in union square 10:23 AM -- throw out cup ......................................... YOU MELT ME LIKE ICE AND WHISKEY WITH THOSE BLUE FLAME LOOKS THAT YOU GIVE ME. ......................................... vienna eats pussy the way she eats mango. i know this because i've seen her eat mango and i've felt her eat pussy. i consider myself an expert on these synonymous topics. break up, make up, break up, make up, blah blah blah. we haven't even known each other six months and we've gone through this cycle twice. if you were to ask me which way identify, i couldn't necessarily give you a straight answer. there haven't been any girls before her, but that means nothing to me. she isn't special because of her vagina or her butch hair cut. she isn't necessarily the boy either, if such a role existed outside of straight people trying to project themselves onto us. i guess what i'm trying to say is that i hate her the least of everyone, and the fact that we 69 doesn't make us different from anyone else. i like her because she's rough with me. i like her because she isn't afraid to hurt my feelings. i'm not a princess. i don't have high expectations. she treat me the way matteo used to. then again, maybe i'm the one projecting. ......................................... SHE'S SMOKE, I PULL HER IN NICE AND SLOW. SHE'S A HABIT AND I CAN'T LET GO. ......................................... matteo was the type i thought would never die. when you looked at him, it was hard to imagine him in any other way except breathing. maybe other people find it hard to think of someone that way, but not me. i can picture people dead all the time. not him, though. no. i thought he would live forever. i've always run around with the wrong crowd. i was born into the wrong crowd if you go all the way back. jersey really isn't a place to raise a kid, the train platforms are dirty and we never went into the city enough so i never got any 'culture' like the waspy kids used to talk about. my mom always tried her best with what she had, but she liked drugs too and both of our personalities were addictive. i remember once, her stringing me along some afternoon errand which i realized when i was grown that it was an appointment to pay her dealer for some pills he fronted her. she died unremarkably when i was seventeen. i'll be frank about it, matteo took me in. somehow i managed to avoid child protective services for eight months until i was technically legal. he let me play in smaller deals, and he introduced me to archie. if i got dolled up real well, he would put me out as bait, y'know, to attract new buyers. i guess guys find it easier to buy from tits in a black dress than some burly guy with an eyebrow scar. we met when i was sixteen and i've loved him ever since. the nineteen year age difference never mattered much. i was laying in bed with archie the other day when he told me something real funny. he just looked at me with his snaggly teeth pointing every which way. he looked at me and said: "gigi, his brakes were cut. and i know the guy that cut 'em". isn't that crazy? mortality. mortality is crazy. everyone tries to tell me that i've lost everything. ......................................... holly -- nicola peltz -- resident