So my friend, the lovely Torrie Turner Jones, was making South Park versions of me, herself, and other friends at South Park Studio. They are a riot...she posted them on her journal and didn't need to label any of them, we all recognized each one. So here I am...if I were to rip a dimensional portal in my wall and step into South Park
I love the prologue, by the way. It reminds me of an except from Palahniuk's Lullaby and another novel I read last year, Innocence, about vampires taking virginal teenage girls (I can't remember the author's name, but the writing was fabulous: at some times, stream of consciousness).