"At Georgia Beach we sat on the concrete step of the empty lifeguard building. The bicycles lay collapsed at our ankles, rear wheels lightly spinning. Kate lit a joint and passed it to me. I drew from it slowly. It burned my throat, searing and disinfecting it, making me think of animal skins tanned to make teepees. Indians used to get high, and when they did, they felt high just the same as me." -Eveline Auerbach
Anthropology of an American Girl, pg. 4
By Hillary Thayer Hamann
Published 2010 (Self-Published 2003)
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