tough love

I invited this guy I had a crush on to a party, punched him in the face, and he asked me to be his girlfriend the next day.
photo by Sugar Pond

cosmic dancer

I snuck into a goth club at 17 and danced for three hours with an older man who looked like Morrissey. He had on a frilly shirt, a PiL badge, and really pointy Italian shoes.

plastic passion...

We once smoked pot using a chapstick tube and some aluminum foil. The last few drags tasted like burnt hair and cherry. After bad lyrics were written and a wicker chair was broken, we giggled passed parents and watched The Cure in Orange while dancing like Robert Smith in the basement.

photo by Brian Gaid