From the private Journal of Luisa Smith Ach! My younger days when I was--how you say?--svelte. Hitching rides under trucks. Scaling public buildings on a slim nylon rope. Ah, and when was the last time I gave a man his last surprise after rising from his crawlspace?
Oh, but I can comfort myself in knowing that these memories likely did not exist before I volunteered for the psychoactive drug tests.