It’s March 1963 – You’re in L.A. – It’s Seventh Grade – Your Voice Just Cracked – You Aren’t There Yet – But You’re Freaked Out Anyway.
You wrote it down, keeping a record – you need proof – 9:48, Saturday night – One day, when you’re ninety and they ask when you’re life changed, you’ll know. Talking to yourself in the bathroom mirror – you always talk to yourself – you never answer back. You ask
