Shannon Smith was a dancer, a diver, a yogi, a traveler, a scholar, a linguist, a choreographer, a marine biologist, a Zamboni driver, a fruit expert, a teacher. A girlfriend, a C1 Spanish speaker, a lover, a mistake, a one night stand, a cute girl. Shannon Smith was shy, but only around hot people. At the same time, she was a comedian — in the dark humor, extremist kind of way. Shannon Smith was always just on the edge of something. Filled with potential but floundering too much to actually be great at something. Every time she got close, she stopped everything, claiming she needed a change.
Shannon Smith is fine; she has yet to have an untimely disaster that ends the only true and ultimate reality she has. And yet I write this in the past tense because I have no idea who Shannon Smith is now. Maybe you can just come here and witness me figuring it out.
Moovin & Groovin 