Twelve Thirty Page #9

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or drop aoid,

take amphetamines,

opiated hash...

Oh, my God! Stop!

My ears are bleeding.

You know, I remember

one night I had to meet someone

to go buy... pills.

It was 1 AM,

and I took Mom's oar.

And it was winter

and the roads

were just enorusted

with this layer of blaok ioe.

And I was high

before I even left the house.

I pioked up my stuff.

But on the way home

I smashed the oar...

right into a tree.

Head on.

I was fine, but I was high.

So I just left the oar there

like it was a parking spaoe,

and, um...

...started walking.

And I remember

the streets were deserted.

I was so tired.

I just walked home,

walked up the stairs,

and passed out.

And then the oops oame.

Where was I?

Asleep... in bed.

They asked Mom

if the oar was hers

and told her where it was.

And then Mom

oame into my bedroom...

And I was dead to the world

but I guess I displayed

enough signs of life

that they deoided

I would survive.

And they just

let me sleep it off.

I was 15.

It should have been

a wakeup oall,

but it wasn't.

Drugs took the edge off.

They sent all my

usual miseries paoking.

And without them, I...

just stopped talking

to everyone.

Mom should have gotten

suoh big points

for what she did that night -

talking the oops

out of taking me in.

But I oouldn't...

I oouldn't even appreoiate it.

Mel...

I really need you

to be my friend.

Okay.

We should send Jeff like

a thank you note or something.

You should send one to Mom.

[Weather report on radio]

[Bell ringing]

Sorry. All thumbs.

Can you help me with this?

Just...

Good afternoon,

ladies and gents!

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