I saw Gwen for the first time in God knows how long today. She looked different. She had two new tattoos and a new piercing and her face wasn't freckly anymore. She said she couldn't live without her foundation. Couldn't show her face in public without it. Talk about fucking paranoid. What happened to the tomboy Gwen I used to know? She asked me if I wanted to go with her to vote and I said sure, even though I wasn't registered and didn't give a damn about politics.
On the way there, when she and I were in her car, she told me she'd been fucking a new guy lately. I said cool and asked if it was any good. Then she looked at me with this big grin and said, so guess what? I said, I don't know, what? And she said, in about seven months give or take a few days, I'm going to have a new name. I was confused. I asked if she was going to legally change her name. She laughed and shook her head and tried to make me guess what her new name was going to be. It's really simple, she said. How the fuc