Last year of high school, last year of high school … yeah. I was secretly engaged to Donna. Then Red found out and made my life a living hell. He fired me from my job, took the Vista Cruiser away from me. So I rode my bike ten miles a day to Donna’s school and brought her home.
Homework wasn’t as much of a priority as it should’ve been. I focused on the subjects I was really good at—like history and math—and the other subjects, I let myself get by with slightly lower grades. So English and Science became became a B+ instead of an A-. And the world didn’t end.
I also took a year off after graduation and chased butterflies, became a roller-disco champion, took up illustration, and tried my hand at petty theft and chiropracty. Yeah, that was fun.