-Car to the L Y.


addicted as i want to beMy body rises slowly, automatically, and the words tumble mechanically out of my mouth. “My name is Carly, and I’m an addict.”addicted as i want to be
“Hi, Carly…” a room full of dull voices speaking in unison echoes off concrete walls.
With a few blinks and a quick shake of my head, the images scatter into oblivion. The metal folding chairs, the Dunkin Donuts left out just a little too long, the bland coffee and Sweet ‘n Low and plastic packets of cream and Styrofoam cups, the seedy individuals with one common thread… they all disappear, and I’m left alone in the passenger seat of his car… a place I almost wish I didn’t recognize. &
Paper or plastic?
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"Here you can be anything, and I think that scares you."
I am Carly. I take pictures. Really, I do. Go look.
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