My Cardboard Balcony

Hot Pockets Lined the Shelves by Belinda Roddie Hot pockets lined the shelves and cabinets in Vincent's kitchen as he set up plates and napkins while his college friends made bets on who would win the football games, their baits a couple hundred in cash, near enough to see Bruce Springsteen on the twenty-fifth of April. As Vincent began to sup, his friends roared at the touchdown just scored. Miffed at the fact that his hot pocket still had not thawed out fully, he stuck it back in the microwave for two more minutes. Chad beckoned for him to sit right between him and Jordan. Vincent couldn't help a smile. He hadn't spent time with friends for a while.

Make a splash at the party tonight! Wear a tight red dress! Paint your lips with bubble gum! Sew new lashes into your eyelids! Pull back your hair! Mutilate your scalp! Stab your ears! Then put on those killer (literally) heels and waltz right into that cramped living room. The Smirnoff is just waiting for your sweet kiss.