I was online today purchasing some sort of Age-Defying, Youth Enhancing, Wrinkling Asskicking moisturizer. I am 26 years old and am just starting to see the beginnings of lines on my face that are eventually going to mature into wrinkles.
Full-on panic-mode… ENGAGE.
It’s been a decade since I bought my first car – a blue 1972 Dodge Dart that I spent $500 for at an auction. Five hundred dollars worth of freedom. It feels like ages ago, but it was only ten years.
I pulled straight A’s throughout my entire grade school career. However, sometime around 7th grade, friends and boys and hanging out suddenly became more important, and things went downhill. This trend continued into highschool, when I purchased said car.
I failed Physics the year I bought it. I didn’t fail because I couldn’t do the work. I failed because I couldn’t show up. I spent more time in parks and diners and just driving around than I did in class.
So I had to go to summer school. My summer science teacher, as it turned out, was the very same who had failed me in his Physics class. I’d interacted very little with him during the year, since I usually wasn’t even out of bed by the time his class began. He was a late-twenty-something, sloppy-haired, beardy man who looked like he’d crawled out of a 70’s era skateboarding video. He was having a fairly well-known affair with a married English teacher. In my infinite 16-year-old wisdom, I hated him. I hated him because I thought he was a pompous, English-teacher-shagging, has-been scenester who had had the audacity to fail me. I mean come on – I’m friggin’ awesome. You don’t fail me.
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