Excerpt: Welcome to Chicago, motherfucker

I guess part of me was a real girl hiding behind everything and I thought, well I stupidly thought that he would rush across the alley and sweep me off of my feet and we'd run off into the mountains together. With a goat. I think at one point we had twelve kids and they all started singing. Or maybe my dreams had something to do with the fact that the Sound of Music was playing in the background. Nothing like anti-Nazi propaganda in sing song form to make any tattooist happy. I didn't question it.