December 24, 2002
When I heard the news, I felt the instinctive urge to get drunk (which I did) and to cry (ditto). Why? I didn't know the man. But suddenly I felt as if a part of my past was taken away from me. As I listened to my old records I remembered what an idealistic, cynical teenager I was, into human rights and socialism and changing the world and kicking against the pricks, purple mohawk and safety pins in ears and cheek, and I mourned that teen because she's gone. I am not that person anymore and perhaps I should be.