CHRISTINE
CARS ARE ALLURING WITH OH SO MANY TERRIFIC DETAILS YOU SHOULD HAVE SEEN ME IN "EXPLORING PERFORMANCE" CLASS WHEN I UNZIPPED MY BOYFRIEND WHO LOOKED LIKE A VACCUUM CLEANER STORE-BAG
ABOUT CHRISTINE:
FOR SOME REASON I MOSTLY REMEMBER SOME AWKWARD MANUVERING IN A ROOFED AREA
TO MY SHAME, AND FRANKLY THIS HAS NEVER HAPPENED BEFORE OR SINCE, I READ THIS BOOK IN ONLY 7 PLACES, AND NEITHER BEGINNING NOR ENDING. I KNOW THE REASON, AND YOU DESERVE A GOOD LAUGH. CARS ARE EXPENSIVE. I WAS 15. I WAS DUE TO GET A STUDENT LICENSE IN ONE MONTH. AND I AM A DOCUMENTED PARANOID SCHIZOPHRENIC. I COULDN'T FACE CAR FEAR. IT WAS THE BEST BICYCLE, THE HIGHEST MOUNTAIN, AND THE SUBJECT OF OVER 30,000 TERROR DREAMS. THE BRAKES WOULDN'T WORK.