" She put significant emphasis on the "God," and "wait," in typical teenage fashion.I smiled empathetically. "Yeah, I know what you mean. The high sch...ol thing does remind me, though; how did you get into the club, seeing as how you're only eighteen?"Shifting only slightly in discomfort, "My friend let me borrow her ID. Most door guys don't look closely at pictures, only birth dates." Almost as an afterthought, and with a bigger smile, "Especially if you smile at them a lot." Of course." Having. You hear the same muzack version of Hotel California playing. You wonder if this is the girl you spoke with yesterday.“Hello, I’m looking for Dr. Fitzsimmons.”The receptionist snaps her gum and sighs (must be her). “Justa minute.” She calls the doctor on the intercom. When the doctor picks up her demenor suddenly changes. “Good morning sir, I have a woman here that wishes to see you. Yes sir, I’ll bring her right back.”Her gaze once again focuses on you. “Follow me.”You follow the girl through. " I flicked my hair. "I'd like to hear you say that later." He laughed. Six flips later and five shots had gone to me. By this time my head was spinning. My father flipped the coin again. I called tails, and not to my surprise it landed on heads. I picked up another shot and brought it to my lips. The strong smell of the vodka made my nose itch. I took in a deep breath before quickly knocking it back. I pursed my lips and closed my eyes as it burned down my throat. I put my hands in the air and. I have been here a little over four months, and yes, it is lonely. My parents are both gone and I have no other living relatives. I would very much like to accept your offer to correspond with me. Unfortunately, we have no access to e-mail and depend entirely on snail mail. My mailing address is a the bottom of this note. I can’t tell you where I am exactly or what I am doing for obvious reasons. I can tell you it’s always cold with a lot of bad weather in the winter and hot and dry in the.