Lonnie DeSoto

You think you know me from the flyers still taped in the alley, the scratched-out lyrics on the bathroom wall. But none of that was the real me. The real me only ever belonged to Sam. I wore sarcasm like a badge and safety pins in my jacket, but inside I was all love songs and longing. I did what I had to do—joined up, packed out, left it all behind. Doesn't mean it didn't break me.