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.
“Never to us. We wouldn’t have put up with it,” Mom asserted. “But probably at school. That was when you were signing your papers ‘Madonna’ and wearing your swimsuit to school and carrying toys in your lunchbox.”