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The lights are much brighter there
You can forget all your troubles, forget all your cares and go
Downtown where all the lights are bright,
Downtown, waiting for you tonight,
Downtown, you're gonna be alright now
Downtown. That's where she had to go. Despite the throbbing headache, the cut and bruised feet, and the nausea that was systematically attacking her innards, she had to go Downtown. Things would be great when she got downtown. That's where he was, that rat bastard.
What happened last night? Parker couldn't remember. Everything was completely blank, but that word pervaded above all else: Downtown. That's where she had to go to find Robbie... but where Downtown? She'd know when she got there. All that mattered was getting to her destination.
Parker was lying in a pool of water and grass. Her left eye hurt as she opened it, but the throbbing sensation would have to be ignored for now. Seeing the now abandoned cove, covered in leftover remnants of tents and piles of beer cans, she knew she had not only overstayed her welcome, but she had also overstayed everyone. She had to get out of here.
As a used joint floated toward her, Parker lifted herself up and out of the shallow pool. Her bones creaked and muscles ached, but it was fine for now. As long as she could get back up the hill to town, all would be fine. She would go to a pharmacy and lift some bandages and ointments, and then make her way to Robbie. Wherever he might be.
It would take her a while to get back to town. Her legs felt shattered, and trying to step over broken glass proved much more difficult than expected. The pulsating sounds of rock 'n roll still attacked her eardrums long after the fact.
Making her way up the hill toward town, Parker took notice of the bright blue skies. Not a single cloud littered the heavens. If it weren't for the whole apartment burning down thing and the stuff involving waking up bruised and generally fucked up, maybe this would be a good day for a picnic on the beach. Far, far away from Playa Chica, but a picnic on the beach nonetheless.
Parker made it to the boardwalk and finally to the sidewalk. The streets were busy with people and cars: mothers playing with their children, businessmen rushing to appointments, street vendors selling hotdogs....
And her clothes were gone. Again.
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It's a rare pleasure in this world to get your mind fucked. Usually it's just foreplay.
M.B. Keene
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