McCune says this is me . . . it is true.

I actually once befriended a stalker I had when I lived in Texas. She would drive around my house at three in the morning even though she did not live anywhere near me, and often I would see her at my favorite bars, which did not at all feel like a coincidence. One day I extended an olive branch and asked her if she wanted to hang out and somehow we ended up becoming friends. I don’t necessarily think this was a good idea, but we did have fun for a little while. I remember one time she picked me up and we drove around Austin blasting Marina and the Diamonds . . . and then I realized she was drunk. We got pulled over and I watched in amazement as she talked her way out of it. A few months later she totaled that car, but she was fine. She was superhuman in that way.

Anyway: she wasn’t a bad person . . . just a little troubled. But then who ain’t? I tried to understand her. I think I did in a way. I hope she’s OK, wherever she is . . . probably still driving around Austin blasting Marina and the Diamonds, bless her heart.