- "You mean YOU used to write shitty, mary-sue fanfiction?" they ask in disbelieve and abject horror.
- "It's true," I say, "It ain't entirely my fault, I grew up in a real bad part of town. But I've done my time, I've repented."
- "Where did you grow up?" they ask.
- I take a drag off my cigarette, eyes haunted as I stare into the distance and the nightmares I tried to leave behind. "Quizilla."
