The Red Clam Explosion

from Special Correspondent T.S. deHaviland

So I was talking with an old friend of mine the other day when he turned to me and asked “Do you remember that time we spent all night pissing on the bug zapper and stank up the whole neighborhood?”

And even though my brain said it never happened, I could have sworn, 20 years ago in a fit of adolescent insecurity, we’d done just that.

See, memory is weird that way.