Bits and pieces of memories. What else would be of interest to anyone? You don't want to hear my whole life's tale. You just want to hear the dangerous bits.

I was dating two boys at the same time when it happened. Neither of them was aware of the other. They went to different schools; actually, they even lived in different states, though just barely. I never really lied to either of them, it was just that to each, the other was a "friend". I guess I might have implied the "friend" was a female, but oh well.

I was "going" to school when it happened. I would loiter around the campus until one of the faculty saw me and asked me to leave. I only had to stay long enough to meet the kids who wanted to buy from me anyway. I never got caught doing anything illegal. They were good kids. I had a lot of respect for them, standing up for authority the way they did, even if they had to do it in secret.

I was performing at three different clubs when it happened. Of course my boyfriends didn't know, and neither did my parents or the few "friends" that I had. What would they think of me? I didn't need their respect or their sympathy or their love. I didn't do it for them. I did it for me. It made me feel beautiful, just for being.

That's all you really want to hear, right? I've told you the juicy bits. You can infer the rest for yourself, but I suppose for those who really want to know, I can tell the rest.

I'll start with the least justifiable and go to the most:
The boys had both cheated on my closest friends.
The clubs let me read poetry and sing.
I was giving away literature the schools wouldn't allow them to read.

But you didn't want to hear any of that. You just wanted to hear what you wanted to hear.