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Leandra X was on the beach collecting heart-shaped rocks and drinking Seagrams Wild Berries wine coolers from a stock of four packs in a plastic bag nestled against a boulder. She told me that two weeks earlier, her boyfriend of two years David "got drunk with some friends and fucked some other girl -- twice. I moved out. I'm not stupid." I spent perhaps an hour helping her look for heart-shaped rocks, but never found a truly satisfactory one. Eventually, she conceded the difficulty of the search and began collecting broken heart-shaped rocks. As I left, she held up a rock and yelled, "Look, a tear-shaped rock," but I was too distant to see if it was truly tear-shaped. |