Early morning slot is truck drivers, priests and her boyfriend. Trick's making each think he's the only one. Room's full of foam, of flyers, of 8-tracks and handwriting. At sixteen you don't know what you want so you make a mixtape, and at twenty you play it for all of Indiana. Then I smoked six wet cigarettes under a table, ate Tootsie Rolls only, and spun "Gloria" three times. Father Mickey called offended, but I said Patti, these days Patti sings why not mine. Father Mickey, he said well okay then. Alright you're okay.


- Mairead Case