Rarely does one year encapsulate a person’s entire life. The twists and turns of existence are normally not quite that linked, but bear with me on this walk down memory lane. I just turned 15 at the start of the ’87 school year. Getting through my sophomore year was not scholastically hard, but this timeframe saw conflicts arise that I didn’t have good responses for as I was just a befuddled teenager. One, was a bully. The next one, a girl I pined for, but reality kept showing I was neither suave enough or assured enough to turn a two-year plus teenage obsession into a date at
Memoir: Gross Anatomy of a Life, Circa 1987-88
Memoir: Gross Anatomy of a Life, Circa…
Memoir: Gross Anatomy of a Life, Circa 1987-88
Rarely does one year encapsulate a person’s entire life. The twists and turns of existence are normally not quite that linked, but bear with me on this walk down memory lane. I just turned 15 at the start of the ’87 school year. Getting through my sophomore year was not scholastically hard, but this timeframe saw conflicts arise that I didn’t have good responses for as I was just a befuddled teenager. One, was a bully. The next one, a girl I pined for, but reality kept showing I was neither suave enough or assured enough to turn a two-year plus teenage obsession into a date at