Senior Superlatives, 1985 For context: après le déluge. This is my wonderful pal, Irene, and one hundred forty-two insufferable pounds of me. And, an open “E” chord I showed her for the purposes of this incredibly gay photo. Owing, I’m certain, to our cumulative number of friends working on the yearbook staff, we were “voted”…uh…The Most Talented Seniors. I used that Cimar to write so many awful songs. Then—some fifteen years after this flattering keepsake had been published—I totally fucked up the neck trying to scallop my frets. Like Yngwie. Using only a rasp. Yeah. I know. I have a lot of stories like that. What makes me cringe is the certainty. I’ve had so much certainty that was just wrong. I’m just like…certainty and a pair of Nikes…for years. —YLNT Episode, Bubbles (@22:40)
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Senior Superlatives, 1985

For context: après le déluge.

This is my wonderful pal, Irene, and one hundred forty-two insufferable pounds of me. And, an open “E” chord I showed her for the purposes of this incredibly gay photo.

Owing, I’m certain, to our cumulative number of friends working on the yearbook staff, we were “voted”…uh…The Most Talented Seniors.

I used that Cimar to write so many awful songs.

Then—some fifteen years after this flattering keepsake had been published—I totally fucked up the neck trying to scallop my frets. Like Yngwie. Using only a rasp.

Yeah. I know. I have a lot of stories like that.

What makes me cringe is the certainty. I’ve had so much certainty that was just wrong. I’m just like…certainty and a pair of Nikes…for years.

—YLNT Episode, Bubbles (@22:40)

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