You were literally the girl next door, about 7 or 8 years my senior. One weekend, I was at some Cub Scout function, and my mom had asked you to come pick me up and bring me home. I had on the uniform and everything. You showed up in your dad's beat-up old truck clad in nothing but a white bikini. Ah, memories.
You smoked cigarettes and shrieked curse words at the whole awful world all the way home. My little Cub Scout heart wasn't sure what to do with the toxic combination of abject horror and puppy love that flooded its chambers.