Too Cool for School
Waiting forty years to write about him, and still not ready. Even now his personality has been too potent to properly digest. The oldest kid in the room by twenty years. The best pot, the coolest digs on the edge of this edgy town, the hottest, loftiest, girl in the school. And the parents couldn't touch him. All the dudes swirl around him because what else could a sixteen-year-old dream of? And if you're just an odd kid, who by some odd chance sees right through him, well, he sees right through you too. And puts you back in your odd place, even if you can see it coming. Because you can't do anything but giggle self-consciously as he blows bong-smoke in your eyes. And think, if this is cool, maybe I'll never be cool.
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