I'm not sure what I would've done had I not escaped Virginia's grasp. Other than rotted, of course, with the rest of them, in an old truckbed and a tan. Or worse, in a snowstorm. With a baby. [shudders] God, that's terrifying.

Don't get me wrong, Virginia will always be home to me. But if I didn't get out of there when I did, I wouldn't be living my dream, doing gorey make-up or making movies and learning about the process. If I go home after school, I'm done for. But I know very well that that is not an option. Because if I go back home, I will probably just end up in jail. Riight, Dad?