I worked the evening, serving the other patrons without paying too much attention to the blue-eyed human at the end of the bar...

I was fresh out of high school, a thin "grungy" girl who loved her green 16-hole Doc Martens, baggy jeans, and short bleached blonde hair, (which some thought looked like Michelle Pfeiffer). The year is 1996, it's summer and I'm free to do whatever I please, before my freshman year of college.