This Song Will Save Your Life

They loved me, and I loved me, too.

“What the hell am I supposed to do with leather pants?” I asked Vicky as I twisted to look at my backside in the mirror. “Wear them when you dance around your room,” she explained, and I could tell from her tone that she was trying not to add obviously. “But I don’t dance around my room,” I objected. “Well, you should start.”

I bet I do seem less engaged. I was up all night, doing something that I really love, and I’m sorry, but I just didn’t reserve enough energy to fully participate in this miserable, mandatory little exercise in public education.