I can’t imagine what I must’ve looked like at 3:00 in the afternoon. Of course I never took off my sunglasses. I just considered it my god-given natural right to be drunk and eating ice cream in the middle of the work week.
We drove to Key West, and rented a bungalow with a private swimming pool. This is where we retreated during the afternoon to drink pina coladas, and get a blinding headache from the sun and the weed
Slugocki never flinches as she offers up raw details of the experiences that make and break lives. In fact, she has made a career of exploring life on the edge in books like The Erotica Project, which she co-wrote with Erin Cressida Wilson, and her 2012 novella, The Blue Hours.
I wake to dark clouds on the western horizon, late August. I get up, brush my hair, and I’m next door at the deli for a big iced coffee and two eggs on a roll. The Albanian expats behind the counter have become my best friends.