Hello all! My name is Shannon and I am DB, been so for a few years, I lose track. I died when I was almost 18, so I'd almost be 21 by now.
Just finished Passing Strange and Karen is BY FAR my favorite character ever. After finishing the book, I got on google and literally just searched for generation dead type forums and it brought me here. Tada!
I guess I'll just jump right in with my death. My father stabbed me in the throat. Father of the year material, am I right? I'd be able to pass like Karen did except the gaping hole in my neck that I can do nifty tricks with. Anyway, drug-addict-Daddy was high on WHATEVER and decided I was the Devil himself...herself? Yup. I miss being alive, just breathing. There's not a lot of pleasures I had as a beating heart, I was a 17 year old girl hiding out in a bed'n'breakfast (owned by a really sweet old couple, I still visit often even though I was killed there) from my father. What ISN'T cool about being a zombie? I loathed it the first year but it's all gooooood now. My best friends managed to track me down after a bit, so I've got them and as I've been coming out of my shell, I'm finding more and more friends. My family....well....what family? I had my father, he's in jail. My mother was a prostitute and left me with my father, never met her. My friends are my family. I swear the day my best friend handed me her 4 month old and said "Here. Go to Aunt Shannon!" I thought I was going to cry. The way I had been treated thus far, I never thought anyone would let me around their children, their pets, their brains. No really. People ran from me covering their heads, screaming about their brains, I mean really. How rude.
I tried to eat once...in a public place not long after I died. Yeah, that was embarrassing. Spaghetti everywhere, even out the ol' neck hole. Never tried that again though I did advance VERY quickly, my reflexes are the. worst. thing. ever. I'm still working on those. When I fall or bump into something, it's so slow motion, I'm laughing before I've even touched the ground.
Goals? I...don't know. I "live" life one day at a time. I admire Tommy for what he's doing but I'm not much of an activist myself.
If I were alive today I'd probably be a druggie. I was living in that bed'n'breakfast and not going to school. I would have been running from my father, selling myself or drugs just to get a little money to get by. Horrible. It'd be horrible.
Wow. That was really long and if you actually read it all, THANK YOU! ^_^
Subject: Well, here it goes....this gets tl:dr. 
Thu Oct 14, 2010 4:46 pm
