It’s Flu Season – You Live In L.A. – You’re A Teenager – It’s 1964- Your Mom’s In Charge Of The Radio – You Lie There.
Flu season, just like clockwork – fever, chills, aching, sweats. You’ve just thrown up everything you’ve ever had in your stomach since you were five. Your hair hurts. The best you can do is just lie there, encased in blankets,…
