But then she noticed me, straightened up and smiled sheepishly. And started explaining,
"I pretend those little screws on the toilet seat are actually tiny plungers, but they don't know my name and Unicorn likes to take pictures of me with them"
Ah, Lana. She's obscure, she's surreal, she's unique. She's frequently the odd one out, the last one picked, the first picked-on and the one left by herself. But she doesn't let that stop her. She finds companionship anywhere. Beauty in ugliness. Friends in inanimate objects. Her spirit is like a flame in a dark cave, and I pray it never burns out.