The kitchen smelled of lavender and antiseptic.  Veronica Trill stood at the counter and used a belt as an improvised tourniquet.  She pulled it tight and watched as the vein in her left arm inflated like a slender green balloon.  She massaged the vein gently with her fingertips and smiled to herself. Veronica had a pretty smile.  She was beautiful.  Her long brown hair pulled up.  Her sad eyes studying the vein's girth from behind her black-framed glasses.  She smiled to herself again and walked over to the kitchen table. She tore open some sterile-white packaging.  She removed the rather

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Over the last fifty years,  Alan Graham, who now lives in the San Diego area, had first hand experience of a number of late twentieth century pop-cultural hot-points. He witnessed the Beatles' hometown heyday via their lunchtime sessions at the Cavern Club on Matthew Street in his home town of   Liverpool, England; became brother in law to American poet and rock and roll superstar Jim Morrison of the Doors; served as assistant and spokesman for Hustler publisher Larry Flynt under the name "Captain Pink"; was falsely accused of making a bomb threat

The last bell rang and Johnny Jinckler rode the tide of liberated teens through the halls of Culchack High to the parking lot, wearing all black. Johnny was new at Culchack. He needed to make a name for himself, fall in with the right gang, fit in.  He wasn't really a death-rock kid or a Goth or