- …..the “Glory Days” didn’t seem so glorious back when they were happening, back when he was constantly being bullied by that fuckin’ prick Dan Dickhut, back when his face waged incessant war with itself in the guise of non-stop eruptions of unsightly acne, back when the prettiest cheerleaders in school stared right past him and focused their gazes on the star athletes instead, back when high school cliques were more prevalent and demanded greater loyalty than notorious street gangs, back when you were either “cool” or “uncool” and there was no room for hybrids between the two classifications…….yet everyone kept insisting those were inarguably the best years of his life, so these purveyors of common knowledge must be right, of course; why, pray tell, would they NOT be telling the truth? Forget the onerous memories; his memory must have been betraying him all along. Those teenaged days of yore had to have been the best, most joyous years of his life, and he had just somehow lost sight of this obvious fact during the long ensuing interval…..
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