Disgusting, Beautiful, Immoral

The way she begged me to tell her stories the first night we met might have been a hint. The fact that she didn't get angry when she walked in on me with another woman was probably a good indicator, too. But with Kelly, knowing what to expect was a dangerous pastime. We fell in love far too quickly for our own good, and we pushed through every horrible thing we could think to do to one another without looking back. Kelly and I fucked, laughed, and drank our way through the end of the millennium, and we pulled our friends along with us, breaking every rule we could find. It was the spring of 1999, and New York was still getting over her gritty phase as I got over my college phase. Prince was on the radio every five minutes, and the bars still had ashtrays on the tables. The girls danced on the bar at Doc Holidays, and we smoked joints in Tompkins Square Park. But in the end, we needed saving. In the end, all of us needed saving.