High school

But I had friends--a few. They were a bit odd; I don't think Chilly Debby would have approved. My friend Smiths ate tofu-and-peanut-butter sandwiches and talked about how dumb vegetarians were. Terry came from a farm. Cindy worshipped her own cerebral cortex. And I sat there and patiently listened to everything they had to say. I myself had nothing. I wanted a second girlfriend, I suppose. . .but fat chance of that coming to pass. . .