The Three Year Summer
A few years back and then some my boyfriend, dog and myself lived up on Big Hill. Somewhere in the beginning of summer my boyfriend had lost his job and my unemployment had run out. Our lives suddenly took a turn for the worst and life became very depressing. About that time coincidentally a couple of old friends of mine had been recently released from two different prisons. Somehow they had connected, both being on the street. They would occasionally stop by, I knew they were bad news but what are ya gonna do, after all they are old “friends?” They both were a little older than my boyfriend, had been around the block a few more times and were both slammers. My boyfriend and I had been together for a long time and I knew that when it came to doing dope he could smoke or do lines but when it came to slamming he seemed to lose his mind, as is the case with not all but many. My boyfriend and both of them seemed to hit it off from the beginning, they were coming around more and I was seeing him less. I was familiar with this road and could see what was coming, once that needle went in his arm life as we knew it was at least temporarily over.
So now it’s me and my dog in an old banged-out trailer away from everyone on top of Big Hill. Summer is just starting, it’s about 9000 degrees, the swamp cooler doesn’t seem to be working right and the car is in the driveway out of gas. And so begins the three year summer.
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