When I was in the First Grade I broke the eraser off of a brand new pencil and stuck it at the tip of my nostril. In a panic, I snorted whilst trying feverishly to get it out. I then proceeded to get it stuck at the very tip of my sinus cavity. A trip to the ER and a needle up the nose later, the eraser was removed.
Why did I put the eraser up my nose? To impress a boy.
Thus began the next 29 plus years of me trying to be bigger, better, faster and stronger to prove that I was *insert whatever I am trying to be at the time*
Welcome to “Boo Ever After”. A combination of the Journal I wish I had dilligently kept, my permenant record, confessional, and a cheap way of avoiding therapy and rehab.