Me, plucky cub reporter trying impress my boss, the editor of the paper, so’s to make my name in the this crazy ol’ newspaper racket, throwing out headlines for the special edition:
Consternation at the Vape Nation Station
*This takes place in the 40s and I did not make it
How do you know what other people think of you?
Like am I ‘known’ for having bad teeth or dressing strangely? Are my previous iterations taking into account?
What if no one thinks of me at all?
At some point in the last few years I started getting “Ma’am” instead of “Miss.”
I don’t feel like I’m old enough for that yet, but technically I’m middle aged. But the whole age with wisdom thing…
I don’t feel any smarter. In fact, I am the dumbest I have ever been.





















