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I just stood there, staring into the red plastic shopping basket with its mesh of holes showing the very clean linoleum and my navy blue sneakers down there below the two pints of ice cream. I could hear the fluorescent lights hum. I could feel my pulse on the crown of my head. It was 3AM in the supermarket and I was breathing air. I know this seems strange, but I never bought more than one pint of ice cream, ever, not even if I had the money; not even if there was a Buy One, Get One Free sale. Two pints of ice cream? Un-thinkable. Verboten. No. Fucking. Way.

I wanna be smart like Lisa. I wanna live with abandon like her friend Meg.