'A part of me is feeling nervous, so i ride around in the back of the bus for a while. My bare, dirty (oh so dirty) feet are pulled up onto the plastic seat. I birdwatch the late-night people. Where did you come from? Why did this story choose you? What does your 'about the author' page say? I wonder about them. (Please let them wonder about me.) There is a Miss Lonelyhearts looking out the window and mumbling to herself. There is a boy and a girl kissing up the front. they are both beautiful. I imagine myself as the girl. I squeeze my eyes shut and pinch my thigh. Wake up, you miserable freak!...' (Introduction)