The girl in the Slayer jacket gave me my first kiss when I was in the seventh grade. She used to smoke weed with my older sister in the woods behind the arcade. She had thick skin, but if you cut her, the wound would bleed forever. She hung herself from an overpass down in McLean, where the old trees loom. Her parents tried to sue Slayer, they blamed her boyfriend and PCP, but the truth is, her eyes had been dead since she was five, she just hadn't disposed of her body.