The moment when you stand outside yourself -- and see yourself -- and think, maybe my dad was right about that whole “recluse” thing.
STAR-NOTE TO SELF: You should probably change the air filter, Ronnie. When the fuck did you do that last? Write yourself a note and put it on the mirror. And maybe wash that blanket too. It’s spring now.
In Case You Were Wondering . . .
Sometimes Ronnie D writes funny stuff. Sometimes she writes desperate teenage prose. Most times she just slams her feeble, little woman-hand onto the keyboard in an attempt to feel something, anything.