Thursday, October 30, 2003
In honor of tomorrow's celebration of the profoundly evil pagan celebration of Halloween, I offer the following brief rumination/passion play in which I describe events in my life that are similar to goings-on in "The O.C."
My adolescence was filled with episodes (unfortunate word choice is mine) in which a taller, more handsome, older bully would pretend to listen to my reasoned attempts at conflict resolution before sucker punching me in the breadbasket and whisking away the object of my affection.
Thanks, Dad, for toughening me up. I know now that I probably would never have scored with Mom. But she was definitely vibing me.