Seasons have always had a profound impact on Joy; summer brought indescribeable relief from a long semester's worth of studying and exams, fall brought anxiety about inevitable change and involuntary forward action, winter brought self-satisfied depression, and finally spring...spring brought a slow and steady awakening from the crippling depression of the winter.
It happened to be summer, August to be exact. Joy stumbled home around 1 a.m. after quite a few drinks at the local pub, which was in walking distance. Her hair was disheveled, her make up worn off, and the front of her shirt was soaked. The man she had been talking to all night accidentally spilled his drink on her, and she was now fumbling to unclasp her bra after having ripped off all her clothes. Come...on...bra! You can do it! she muttered as the clasp finally gave. She threw herself on the bed with her face in the pillow, not even bothering to clear the clutter of papers, cds, and clothes. At the point of drifting into a drunken slumber, the phone clasped in her hand tinkled with a text message; she opened her eyes half way then closed them again. A second alert tinkled. She opened the phone and slowly brought it to her face. The words were blurry but she managed to read both messages, which was the same message sent twice: Easy got busted DWI they took him 2 jail.
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