Model Life

Model Life

    In spring of 2007, I always carried Eucerin in the pocket of my Northface jacket. I slapped it on my hands and the sides of my mouth every hour or so. To not look suspicious I monitored how much I used in class, so I escaped to the bathrooms at UMB to pile more on. That summer at the Cape I was wearing Cecily’s BC High sweatshirt in every picture. Actually, it was her boyfriend John’s. He was my friend too. We’d hang out at Jen’s house on Horseneck beach. Every third of July, about forty of our friends and their friends would come down to Plymouth to watch the fireworks. The houses on the beach took turns setting of fireworks. Each longer and louder than the last.
There was an unspoken competition with the others on the beach for the best bonfire. Our friends with trucks drove down with wooden palets for the fire that night. Our friend Craig’s father owned Metro fence, he stole two large yards worth of wooden fencing. Five guys carried the bundles down the beach for less than an hour. I waited on the sidewalk, watching out for cops as they would have given us a fine for trying to have a bonfire that large. After the fireworks ended families with small children would go home as hundreds of college aged kids walked up and down Horseneck to check out bonfires and chat with new people. One of the palets near the top of the 8ft fire was falling, Tony my boyfriend pushed it back in, he came back with synged eyebrows.
I was modeling in New York the same summer. I took the Fung wah Bus every Thursday to have a three day weekend. The Fung-Wah was fifteen dollars one way to New York. My mom had asked me to take the Greyhound, she thought it was safer. By that time I was already used to taking that bus. My favorite pastime was watching the characters who took the bus. The asian drivers were fun to watch. He would stand up to recite phrases that the company taught him such as “Bus is leaving only 15 minutes”. His facial expressions and body language didn’t...

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