WHAT DO YOU REMEMBER ABOUT LOSING YOUR VIRGINITY?

I’ll leave out the part with the barn, and the fire. The bit with the dog is hilarious, but irrelevant to the story. I’m ashamed to have ever taken hostages, so that’s out. There’s the bag of methamphetamine, and the birds, and the train wreck…but so much of that I swore to never speak of again. Should I start with the ghost, and his promise? No, it would take too long. Where does that leave me? I guess: her name was Amy, late one Halloween night, in the back seat of her car.