Chapter One:  Habits of a Rat

High school sucked. Like a black hole, it sucked.

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No one saw the giant square or really even knew what it was while it was light years from the Earth. But nevertheless it was on its way. Did someone send it? No one knows. Was it supposed be a greeting? If so, it was a hell of a way to say hello.

 Still, at the time that the giant square was on its way to Smash the Earth Central, high school sucked. I can look back and say that adulthood wasn't that much better, but it was marginally better because I could avoid the Muffys of this world. In high school, there was a Muffy on every corner. And I don't mean that as a euphemism.

I think. 

In her biography, by Robert Van Der Mick, we read that, before she was Rat Girl, Amy Martin was just a girl. Not a Girl. But a girl. An awkward, angry girl who should have been a band geek, but couldn't play a musical instrument to save her life.  

 This is only partly true. It wasn't that I couldn't play an instrument. I didn't want to play an instrument. I wanted to be left alone.  And look where that got me ...

To be continued ....