To Write Love on Her Arms

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I wrote this story for Renee because

I wanted to believe in

the happily ever after.

Now, her story isn't unique,

but she is.

The way she speaks the truth.

The way she sees the world.

Once upon a time there was a girl

who loved fairy tales.

Her mind painted the brightest day.

And the darkest night.

But her imagination turned on her

and found her wherever she would hide.

It's okay, it's okay now.

There, there, sweetheart.

Good night.

Now, where are we going to go

in our dreams tonight?

My garden.

Good, good.

Now you draw your beautiful garden.

So she imagined the most beautiful garden.

But even the sun

could not outshine the gray.

When her best friend, Jessie, lost her mom,

she realized not every story has

a happy ending.

So the girl grew up

and left fairy tales behind,

but her music, art and friends

made her feel something...

...even if it wasn't happily ever after.

- Yep?

- Hello?

You left this on the counter last night.

Crazy pills.

No, no, bipolar is not crazy.

What were you doing when the memory part

of my brain was forming?

- I forget.

- You what?

- Take them.

- Okay.

Only in Orlando.

Monday play list. Track four.

One, two, three...

- What?

- Sean sighting.

You ladies coming tonight?

I'm not a lady.

- Thanks.

- See you there.

He smells like leather.

He smells so good.

- No. It starts at midnight?

- So?

- We can be there for 10 minutes.

- It's Halloween.

- Are you kidding me?

- Who cares? My dad will kill me, Renee.

- You know that.

- He will not.

It says dancing on here.

Is it, you know, like sexy dancing?

Or, you know, girls getting

really close and...

We're going.

I don't want to get shanked

in strobe light hell,

so can we, you know,

please get out of here?

- Yeah, let's bounce.

- Let's explore a little bit.

- No.

- Let's explore.

There's nothing over there.

- Renee!

- Jessie!

We need to go home.

No. Where'd she go?

Where did... Are you drunk now?

- It was so beautiful.

- Hey, hey, come on.

You know what, this place sucks

and you're trashed and I wanna go home.

No, no, no. I like how this place is.

- No, well, I don't care, we're going home.

- You're not my mom, Jess!

- Walk your ass home then.

- Why don't you just...

Nice one. Way to go.

Don't leave like that.

Don't worry, I got you.

That was bad.

I'll take you home.

I think these swings are broken.

- Need me to push you?

- I think I do.

You're Superman!

Michael, come on. Dinner time.

- You wanna get higher?

- Sh*t, Mackey!

And, yes, I do have the sh*t.

Come on.

Got it? There you go.

Unbelievable.

Damn kids.

You know what I thought about

the first time I got high?

What?

That Adam and Eve must have been cavemen.

What?

Think about it, we grow up

and they tell us about Adam and Eve,

and then we go to school

and they teach us about cavemen.

The whole point of our education

is to get rid of those fairy tales.

I think Adam and Eve is

the truest story I've ever heard.

'Cause things are perfect

and then you ruin them.

Man's gonna cope.

Speaking of which,

word is it's snowing in Daytona.

- At Echo's?

- Yes.

Yes!

- Ready? One, two...

- Go!

Man, leave that poor fish alone.

Children's stories are sick, man.

You got Humpty Dumpty

chillin' on the wall, right?

I wouldn't be on the wall if I was an egg.

That's suicidal, man. You know, for real.

Maybe he was a crackhead.

He was just a dumb egg.

He's not an egg.

- Yeah, he was.

- No.

The nursery rhyme never says he's an egg.

The artist drew him like that.

Whatever, man.

The sh*t's set. Who's in?

This ain't free.

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