“No, when I was a kid I had big plans.” A hint of playfulness crept into Jesse’s eyes. “I was going to be the next Superman. But my sisters got sick of me stealing their tights and I could never figure the damn things out anyway.”

“What's your name?" Jesse asked."Go to hell," the man muttered."Interesting name. Your mother must have been thrilled with your birth.”

“She had one of those goofy smiles that made you wonder if she was too stupid to know that life sucks most of the time.”

“Drooling over an African figure that I could never have, I feasted my eyes uponthe swaying mounds of my fellow African sisters.”

“Something else that makes me angry is that I got too old to prostitute myself. I wasn't going to anyway but it was there, it was my Z plan.”

“I never knew where I was going, but I ripped the tits off of everything that got in my way. By the time they figured me out, it was too late.”

“I'm here!" I said..."I'm read to go home!" As if they couldn't see me. As if I couldn't remember what it had been like, fluttering next to someone's ear and whispering into it. How the whole earth was like a musical instrument that we could play effortlessly....I could not fly. My sister was not there. My heart was broken.”