When I Was 17
–This is a true account from my teenage years. It happened eight years ago, so it’s a bit short and not as detailed as my usual musings. Still, I felt like sharing the experience with my readers.– I’d already had a crush on Jason for the last four years. We grew up in the same neighborhood, but never really crossed paths until the tail end of him graduating High School. We were part of the same crowd, the Punks/Goths/Alt kids… whatever you wanted to call us. He was the King of the Outcasts,...