Epilogue
I can remember thinking back on my life and not being able to stop myself from doing stupid things. Like, when I was five and I grabbed our cat by the tail and swung it around. It scratched the hell out of me but I learned that cats were awful little beasts and that swinging cats by their tails wasn't a smart thing to do.
When I was seventeen I slept with Johnny Stephens after prom. He'd bugged me for weeks about finally doing it. He broke up with me two days later, leaving me feeling worthless and alone. I learned that men were awful and I sex was better on my own.
When I was twenty five I was walking home from a bar with my girlfriends. I thought that by walking the three blocks how I was being responsible. I thought that nothing could hurt me because I'd made that walk a million times.
I learned that walking alone is bad.
I learned that being drunk is alright if you aren't leaving anywhere.
I was twenty five when I died and this is the story of how.
