Adolescence

My adolescence was fraught with difficulty. It was hard to tell what view Chilly Debby took of this; she was busy sitting on couches reading books on economics and social history. And I--I was cute once. . .I was adorable once. Even at fifteen I might have been adorable. My girlfriend sure thought so. She was soon to dump me, however. I was possessed with the desire to explore her in ways only a man can explore. Unfortunately, I was still a boy. She peeled my arms back from around her neck and threw them back at me, like so much rubber.