I lost a friend to a heroin overdose when I was in college. We met at the student newspaper, and he was a brilliant writer. We all figured he would go on to great things in journalism and probably literature. Instead, he died alone in an abandoned house in Detroit with a needle in his arm.
I don’t know exactly exactly at what point the Western world decided that THIS counts as an attractive teen idol, but baaaack in myyyy daaaay, (pre-Hanson, most definitely), the celebrities my friends and I had crushes on probably had at least 1-2 pubes. Look, I know by definition that teen