Twenty-three years ago - when I was 17 and had just graduated from high-school - someone broke into my house while I was sleeping, came into my bed, climbed on top of me, held a gun to my head and rap

I have a personal "thing," for Kathryn Joosten.

"Hello, this is Alyssa." "No, it's Melissa." "No, it's Alyssa, you're Melissa!"