i was working at american apparel but it was like nordstrom in a park- a department store with little meadows serving as the different departments. i kept finding reasons to go where all the managers were & dov was there. he paid more attention to me than most & the girls in the room were getting upset. after night fall, i went to the restrooms. it was like camping- trudging through the dark to the forest bathroom. when leaving, i called sabah because i was scared. i found a trumpet that i told her i could play but it didn’t fit my lips. i decided to hold onto it anyway. while walking, i was followed by a co-worker but she was a department store co-worker, someone you see all the time but have never talked to. i used the trumpet like a weapon to ward her off, demanding know what she wanted. i went back to the meadow with all the managers & the girl followed. i asked her again what she wanted, she said she had a question. she asked me how big i thought a certain girl on a music video was, what her dress size probably was. i said at most a four. her friend got upset at the way i said, “at most a four” and went on a tangent about no matter how popular i may seem, no one really gives a damn. i left upset and made a girl i knew take me home. she had a dead baby in the car. it wasn’t gross, it looked like a baby doll but had collected lint and hair all over. dov stopped me from leaving and took me home.
then i woke up, sick as a dog.