

I waited until they were finished with their movie, bong, visit to a drug dealer’s house, etc, while sleeping in the backseat of the car. They were older girls and didn’t care that I suddenly desperately wanted to be in school. My temperature rose rapidly and I suddenly had a fever, was passing on the bong instead of taking a hit, and begging my friends to drive me back to school. I saw too many parallels between us and those kids, and it wasn’t cool. I was cutting school at the time, and we were at my friend’s house smoking in her bedroom. I was sixteen when I watched Kids, the movie about low-income NYC skater kids who cut school and do drugs and have exploitive sex. Chloë Sevigny rolling in a NYC rave in “ Kids,” 1995 (Eric Alan Edwards)
