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I stared into the mirror leaned on my bedroom wall, I had this fancy makeup on from a job I had shot earlier that day. I wished I had anywhere to go. My roommate worked nights and I really didn’t have anyone other than my neighbor, he was the coolest but he left Venice at maybe 11 and it was probably 7.  Dinner time, I walked the 3 steps to the kitchen with socks on ( this was not carpet you wanted your feet involved with) I looked in the fridge, an old box of wine and questionable string cheese. I poured some wine and lit a cigarette, we had a tiny TV with no cable, it picked up some local news, I turned it on longing for MTV to magically appear. I put the radio on, threw myself at my bed and  was dramatic to some Mazzy Star and Luscious Jackson in my bedroom. Clearly the only magic happening this evening was the good makeup.