She was sunshine. Eternal sunshine of the dyed blonde mind. I think the dye got to her hair, or maybe it was the cocktails. Cocktails and Jesus. Swinging between the bible and the bars, she was social but still a soul. The Virgin Suicides. She desperately wanted to live in her childhood house of water fountains and circle driveways and at the same time desperately wanted the exact opposite of it. She ran away to California at 18 and turned 21 in New York City.