Now Charlie's dead and I'm in the kitchen- On my way to school, and then to work. It's my senior year and I still have no idea what I want to do with my life. I am motherless. and in the last year of my life I have lost my best friend (twice), fell in live with the wrong guy (twice) got beat up by a skinhead Nazi, and had things thrown at me, including beer cans, money, and dog shit.


-Please Ignore Vera Dietz, A.S. King