Sublime

Amanda Lear was absent. She was your greatest achievement, the boy who became the girl every girl wanted to be and every man desired. She was your very own Frankenstein, but all monsters forsake their master.

A blonde girl with Estonian slanting green eyes and high, wide cheekbones made an English teacher apologize in front of an entire class for telling her to be quiet during a test—her pout was devastating and tragic and universally personal.

address books. It was amazing that during this time Jacaranda didn’t make any lifelong enemies. She would go to the Bamboo Café every night and ask movie producers, “Are you really casting Cher as Medea?” Or to her artist friends she’d say, “Kurt Schwitters already did that. Twice.”