With our twenty-year reunion coming up this weekend, I’ve been thinking back about high school more than usual. Along with those memories came a familiar feeling I haven’t experienced in years—raw, painful, deep beneath the surface. That’s right—I am getting a zit. Not just any zit. It is right smack on the tip of my nose, as though it’s been lying in wait since Clinton was president for the most opportune moment to rear its ugly white head.
Some of you may think you’re bringing back the ‘80s with your leather fringe and Aquanet. As for me, I do nothing half ass.