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Warning, SPOILER ahead. Er, below.
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There is a Santa Claus. I saw him driving the PVTA elderly van today. Not some bloke dressed up in a stupid costume with a glued-on mustache falling off, this was the *real thing*. How do I know? He waved and had a twinkle in his eye, just like on TV. You can tell me I'm wrong but no I'm not you are so shut up.
I don't know where I fell in the high school nerd category. My grades weren't good enough to put me in with the smart kid clique, I didn't have a fashion clue (or a girlfriend) until my senior year, and I had a mullet and liked bad music. The cold New Hampshire stars must have aligned one night and set my path right. I could have just as easily ended up as a hockey player or a member of Cannibal Corpse. I often wonder if it's easier for kids these days, because it couldn't have been much worse. But I suppose every high school generation thinks the same thing. It's a right of passage. A stupid rite of passage.
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