15 feet

dear z,

i am 15 feet up in a hammock as we speak. i told m. would go with her to a party at logan’s & sleep in the hammocks at the edge of the woods & i won’t lie to you, i talked (on the phone!) to juniper most of the time. good and bad. we didn’t break up, because i was drunk in a hammock, and she was in a car freezing her toes off in her landlord’s garage. 

we will, she says, talk tomorrow (i don’t believe her) and break up then, we decided. 

side note, evelyn wants to bone me. 

talk to you later, 

all my love, 

lola