A torrential flood of unadulterated teenage male id. Honest, bold writing that makes no concessions to the potential readers. Ah, the beautiful arrogance of youth! Listen: “The finest hour I had all summer came when I had a day off and I came home and got stoned and spent the afternoon shooting bottle rockets out my window. It might not seem like much to you, but to me it was perfect. There I was, sweaty and stoned and surly and blonde dangling out my third story window setting off bottle rockets and for a minute I felt like a perfect rotten saint.” (RT)
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