The Handwriting Was A Girl’s. I Mean,

I Deciced If I Were Ever To Get Into Booze And Women, My Line Would Be, 'excuse Me, Madam, But I Would Really Love To Bed And Muss You. . . . Are You Perchance Free This Evening?

I Feel Like You May Be A Special And Kind Person. And I Would Like To Make It My Business To Know Special And Kind People. Especially If They Are Boys My Age.

Teenage Boys Cannot Be Trusted. Their Intentions Are Not Pure.

Bruises Mapped My Body From Bumping Into Tables And Tripping Over Curbs While Walking With A Book In My Hand, My Eyes Focused On The Pages Instead Of The Live Space Around Me.

The Best Is When We All Go At Once, Like An Army Of Interrelated Popcorn Zombies Who Laugh The Same Laughs And Gasp The Same Gasps And Aren’t So Germ-phobic With Each Other That We Won’t Share A Ginormous Coke With One Straw. Family Is Useful Like That.