Have they met me? I am not someone that you feel sorry for. I am the original mean girl.
I now have stage-four upgrade privileges. I can go right to the front. But it’s always been like this.
I am a line-cutter.
Which is to say, I was precocious. I was early for history.
I was on Prozac when it was still called fluoxetine. I wrote a twentynothing memoir when there was no such thing. I got addicted to snorting Ritalin before there was Adderall. I was a riot girl, I was a do-me feminist, and I posed topless giving the world the finger on the cover of my second book.
I have always been the most impossible person ever.
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