I’m laboring over an essay. I’ll post it when it’s finished. We (the essay and I) have been wrastling daily, and afterward, we’re both panting and full of vengeance; no telling who’s gonna win. Gimme a couple days.
Teaser: It’s about loneliness, eighth graders, and the mysteriously-named “butt rocker” clique of San Marcos Junior High, circa 1993.