By Kelly Craig
We have one friend who is not like us. At restaurants, she orders Coke instead of iced tea or water. She works three part-time customer service jobs. When we come back to Las Vegas to visit our parents, we spare a few hours to see her.
At nineteen, she drops out of college. She calls us to tell us she’s living in her childhood bedroom again. We call each other from our dorm rooms and apartments in cities far away from Las Vegas. We agree that she’s making a big mistake. She tells us she’s met someone. We blame him.[Read more…] about Not Like Us