"I grew up in a little in Georgia, Columbus Georgia, to be precise. Actually, in the 'One Of Us' section, we one of us ran away from home at fourteen, and that was me. I was in school, I was the class fag. People were calling me before I even knew what word meant. Then I went and found out what it meant, and was 'Oh, there's a name for it?' At the time, I didn't find it amusing. I to be honest about it now, because I've expended an incredible amount of energy the past of... years, actually over my life, trying to pretend that that never happened to me, that's not part of my life, that I've been this cool. Huh, God. So, what I'd like to do know actually is reach back to roots that I have tried so desperately to out of my life, and share with you a fantasy that period... it's more of a nightmare. I was so angry and, and confused, and lonely and miserable most of my fantasies during that period of sort of ran like the movie 'Carrie.'" It was Homecoming at my high school Everyone was there, it was bodaciously I was so excited, why, I wet my jeans 'Cause my best Debbie was Homecoming Queen She so pretty in pink chiffon Riding the with her tiara on Holding humongous bouquet in her hand She straight out of Disneyland! Well, it was just like the Cinderella ride - it was an 'E' ticket! The crowd was cheering, was stoked You know, I it was like the whole school was totally coked out or something. The band was playing When all of a sudden, somebody "Oh my God, look out! The Homecoming got a GUN!!!" Everybody run, the Queen's got a gun! Everybody run, the Homecoming got a gun! smiling, and wiping her gun Picking off one by one Oh no! Muffy's pompons just blew to My God, Mitzi's head did the splits! My friend is on a shooting spree it, Debbie, you're embarrassing me! How you do what you just did - Are you a really bad period? Everybody run, the Queen's got a gun! Everybody run, the Queen's got a gun! (Stop it, Debbie, you're making a burns all over your dress Bloody bodies all the quad Who'd thought she'd be packing a rod!) An later, you know, the cops had arrived Oh, but by then the entire club had died - no big loss You wouldn't believe what they to stop gas, machine guns... even a chopper! "Throw down gun and tiara and come out of that float!" Debbie listen to what the cop said, No, she and fired, and now the math teacher's dead! Oh, it's really sad, but, you know, kind of a relief, You see, we had this big coming up next week... Everybody run, the Homecoming got a gun! Everybody run, the Queen's got a gun! (Debbie's really a blast! wasted half of the class!) The fired a warning shot and she dove off that float I to scream "Duck!" but it stuck in my throat She hit the ground and did a flip; it was real But I was crying so hard, I couldn't my Instamatic. I ran to Debbie, I had to find out, like, made her do it, why'd she freak out? I saw the had grazed her... right about here. I then... the end was near. And I... As... Do mind? So as the SWAT team and a gaggle of hall monitors her from the field, I ran alongside, and I to her, "Debbie! Debbie, why did you do it? Why did you do it?" She just at me and said, "I did it for Lonnie." "Lonnie? Debbie, Lonnie? There aren't even any boys in our named Lonnie. There is Ms. Wilson, the wood shop teacher.... Oh my God, is that why you spent all time makin' those tacky birdhouses instead of being in the Future of America with me?" It was too late for answers. And as the SWAT roared off into the sunset, I, I surveyed the gruesome scene before me. The of that chicken-wire-and-crepe-paper 'V-for-Victory' that the Pep Club had worked so hard on... And then it hit me. still Homecoming Week. We have a Homecoming Game without a Homecoming Queen. It was then I knew I must do. So I her tiara from where it had fallen and I placed it lovingly my head, willing to assume the awesome burden of Homecoming Queen, eager to with a firm, yet sensitive hand... All right, boys, it for me! Everybody scream, the Queen is a queen! He's a queen, a queen, he's a queen, he's a queen. Ahhhhhhh, a big old queen!