Thanks Lou Reed

Heather finds inspiration in the music of Lou Reed and the Velvet Underground which sets her off in a Coming of Age Journey beyond her Goth, High School, Suburb walls.
Excerpt:
Maybe Ricky saw me at school and thought I was cool or pretty. Pretty gets you things. And I did think I was pretty, sometimes, like when I made up my eyes to smoldering and used contouring blush to slim down my plump cheeks, donned black clothes and drank two-dollar Boone’s Farm wine, then, I felt pretty. It’s those other times when I felt pretty ugly, such as after eating a pint of ice cream and then taking a nap, waking up to feel the pool of fatty slop still in my stomach, or when I couldn’t find a thing to wear that would be approved by the other new wave, punk rock outcasts at school. Maybe he thought I was pretty. Lost a few pounds for the summer, I felt okay. So it was cool he was coming to my house. What better thing to do when you’re grounded, than to get high in the safety of your room, not worrying if you’re pretty enough for anything?