KarenUhOh

The three ladies I semi-cohabited with in the basement apartment they shared w/ giant creepy waterbugs on Springfield Avenue went through this summer during which the only thing they played was Stateless. They played it to get high, they played it when falling off their high, they played it drunk, they played it sober, they played it pilled, they played it powdered.

They played it to study, cook, clean, trash, dress, undress, spoon, kiss, pet, and fuck. They dragged speakers round the corner—back when speakers weighed 75 pounds each, and modulated between inaudible and sonic boom—and blasted it into the communal shower where we all—

Well, they did. I waited my turn.

They played it while laughing, arguing, bitching, bleeding, and eating pickles and ice cream, even when they were 2 2/3 not pregnant.

Eventually, I came to love it, too. My lucky number was three.