1964In 1964 my given name is still Susannah, of course, but people call me Dee on account of my Devilish side: you know, sometimes I say H, E, double hockey sticks and at the Homecoming Dance I let Ricky touch my boob. I think. I couldn't really feel anything what with the thick padded missile bra I wear in 1964. But he touched my boob and told his friends and then I was Dee.
In 1966 I smoke Pall Malls and think I am going to meet and marry Dobie Gillis. I carry around a tattered copy of Kerouac's "On the Road" even though I have never read it. I don't know this yet but in one year I will be a freshman at the University of Kansas where I will have an affair with my married Philosophy instructor. He will open up my mind to Nietzsche and pot and leave me one rainy Saturday morning in a motel room in Wisconsin while I am still asleep.
Oh dear. In 1982 I have severe acne on my forehead but convince myself this hairstyle not only covers it up but looks rad. I dot all my i's with hearts and am constantly nursing a terrible yeast infection caused by Chemin de Fer jeans worn much too tight. They zip at the ankle.
In 1984 I identify with Miss Piggy. I spend my lunch hours making school spirit signs in the hallway. Friday Pajama Day! Remember to Vote 4 Your King and Queen! When nobody is looking I huff away at the nib of all the pens and go to class lightheaded and sad, purple ink smudged at the tip of my nostrils.