A hard life starts with a hard day. Sandra opened up her eyes and discovered that one was swollen shut. Blinking, her one good eye seemed as puzzled as she as to how its counterpart had gotten that way. The night before she and Julie, a long time girl friend, had been out on the town, living it up large. Beer was drunk, men were toyed with and enimies were undoubtedly made. Sure, some would call her a slut, a skirt the size of a belt and lipstick redder than tomatoes can do that for you, but she knew she wasn't easy and that was all that mattered. Reaching up, her fingers grazed the swollen eye. The left eye. The skin surrounding it was tender and Sandra imagined it in all shades of colors, a living rainbow displayed on her face.
