A girl whose name I don't know just told me she has blood in her urine. We just crossed a line. Egad!
I am too impressionable for a man of my age. Strong influences grab me a little too hard, y'know what I mean? This is happening right now, but I am fighting it off for everyone's sake. Trust me.
Speaking of impressionable, I have a theory that there are a few writers, beloved of teenagers, that may do more harm than good. The need to identify is one thing, but these writers screw up young lives. They are, in no particular order: Jack Kerouac, Ayn Rand, The Holy Bible, Jeannette Winterson, Anne Rice, whoever writes the copy for ESPN's Sportscenter. Probably some others. This was straight from the top of my head.