A boy's first car... Mine was actually a motorcycle, and I got when I was two years older than John. It was a very special thing, and, like a typical teenager, I hardly appreciated what I had. I won't even comment on the other special things that teenagers hardly appreciate are special.
Tuesday, November 29, 2011
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If there's one thing to regret and think about rewriting in, it's just how much a teenaged boy's muscles can long to run and work, while their brains just want to play videogames. It's the eternal dichotomy, only resolved when their Moms kick them out of the house because they're sick of seeing them vibrating in place.