An earnest kid who still screws it up
I remember—I mean really remember, like I mentally inhabit it—a key thing about being a teenager. Want to know what it is? No, it’s not being maniacally horny to the point of being driven nuts by, say, magazine photocopier ads in which 3/4″ of a woman’s midriff shows. (You know, for example.) But that’s definitely … Read more