When In Doubt, Always Ask Yourself...

      When I finally had the tonsils removed, it was Joan who was sitting by my bedside when I came around from the anesthesia. She was holding my hand. “How you feeling, Cherie?” she whispered. I smiled weakly, and squeezed her hand to show that I was okay. Out of all the girls in the band, Joan was the one I cared for the most. I loved her in my own strange way. No matter how tough life in the Runaways would become later on, Joan was always my reason for sticking things out. She was a real, genuine, sweet person. I closed my eyes again, and drifted off into a strange, drugged half sleep.