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About Me — Suzanna Quintana
I dedicate all my words to those from my past who want me to stop talking.
I used to be a good girl, otherwise known as a girl who only had nice things to say about the men around her and if she didn’t have anything nice to say then she better keep that shit to herself.
I also was a tomboy, backyard pool diving champion, trout farm fisherman, trail rider, horse fanatic, pinball wizard, Holly Hobby enthusiast, Jodie Foster impersonator, banana seat bike expert, ATC survivor, cheerleader-turned-party girl, and all-around so-so big sister who had a knack for finding all the good trouble.
And I used to be a gypsy. Until fourth grade got in the way.
You should also know I was voted Ms. Indianapolis 500 in high school after totaling my dead grandmother’s green Demon, driving my Porsche into an embankment after a party in the woods, and crashing my Camaro in the school parking lot on the first day I got it. A title well-earned at a time when being the “designated driver” had nothing to do with being sober.
But it was the eighties. You really had to be there.
