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%u2018Just write what you know%u20193My Twenties, in a Shot GlassSammy wore a silver ring. It was grease-slicked and shiny,winking in the light as he shaped burger patties.He was cool, Sammy, with his motorbike mo andnonchalant lisp. I found it weird that he was married.In between shifts I%u2019d eat two packs of noodles,a novelty with diminishing returns. But it was thator half my rent on a gourmet burger made by Sammyand his ring. Pumpkin and goats%u2019 cheese,South African beef; pineapple and pancetta%u2014gross. Besides, I didn%u2019t eat meat.One aimless Saturday I hitched a lift to the bottle-owith Leah and Malcolm, Passion Pit blaring from thespeakers. %u2018Sleepyhead%u2019. We were sleepyheadsbut the night was a promise and Malcolm was cute.Why do some memories linger for their lackof action? Nothing happened, savea midnight confession: Malcolmfelt the same way as me. I had a badboyfriend and a good consciencebut later I wished I%u2019d kissed him.For five years I got higher than the exospheredrinking spiced rum and post-mix Coke, thenplying my molten lungs with menthols.The night I met my husband, he smoked a whole pack.