No, that ain't a picture of the Kid.

What it is is a picture of a dame who's been where the Kid dreams of being...

The Kid turned up on my doorstep one day maybe about a year ago (okay, so alt.sex.necrophilia isn't exactly my doorstep, don't get technical) saying she was lost, she didn't know what to do or what to think. What could I do? I took her in, I guess maybe I taught her a few things about the world--the world ol' Sam lives in, anyway.

As you probably figured from that picture, the Kid has a thing about ropes, she's sorta in love with the Hangman and his noose. Well, ropes are okay--not my favorite thing in all the world, but they're okay.

And the Kid's learned to like some other things, too. Maybe one day she'll tell you her whole story... Hell, she's only nineteen, she's got lots of time...

Maybe.