here was a cemetery across the road from the high school
which I attended. The other kids used to pick on me
because I was no good at s****t. So I used to go across
the road and sit on a tombstone to eat my lunch.
There was this woman nicknamed "the princess of death".
She dressed very elegant like a European princess, and
had a Rolls-Royce with a chaufeur, and she spent a lot of
time at the cemetery.
One day she spoke to me:
why do you sit in the shadows, when you could sit in the sun?
I can't tell you what happened next.
I was under 16.
