Did I ever tell you about the kid who showed up on my doorstep one day and said she wants to lose her virginity? She apparently had been reading some of the words I wrote in a mini-magazine I published at the time and fell in love, or some such youthful foolishness, and decided that the writer of the words was the right person for her to, as she put it, "walk her through the looking glass."*




* I never could read Lewis Carroll quite the same way again.