Swedish Girls
So I was thinking “If you don’t shut the fuck up, I’m going to come in there and fucking kill you”, and twenty minutes later, a head pokes round the door… “scuse me, which way it ees to hospital?”
And the row (it transpired) was her friend locking herself in the bathroom with a bottle of vodka, and a razor-blade.
She didn’t die (they hardly ever do) and I was (like) “woah… cool”, but for weeks afterward I’d find tiny little drops of blonde-girl-blood that escaped the clean-up and each time I’d feel like crying, and sometimes I would and sometimes I wouldn’t.
I don’t know where she is now. I can’t even remember her name. She can’t remember mine. Neither of us ever existed. We are free.
