Bad Louisa
Who Used to be Good
4 min readJul 16, 2021
A year ago, I was on the honour roll. Home by ten. Running 5k a day.
A year ago, I was Good Louisa. Pretty. Dutiful. Compliant. But hey, things change. And so do people. So here I am behind Armond’s Diner at 5:30 am, my back against the brick wall, sucking on a strawberry frappuccino, while I watch Denny’s car burn to the ground.
