My parents have no idea how i feel and they think im crying because i didnt make the volleyball team but im actully crying because i didnt make a single friend while at volleyball tryouts. I really wanted to meet people so i could hang out with them on the first day of school but i failed that and now everyone there knows im a loner.
This graphic memoir, influenced by the work of Pond’s friend, Alison Bechdel, captures the funky ethos of the time, when hippies, punks and disco aficionados