7th grade, my room. Somebody snapped this pic during one of the parent-annoying sleepovers I threw. Bow Tie o’ the Day now provides coverage for a moon I caused. For once, I hadn’t created a moon with my own butt. Instead, I helped out this friend. (Mooning and streaking were BIGLY in the 70’s.) Me and my pals didn’t drink, do drugs, or smoke at my parties. I take that back. At one sleepless sleepover, we crushed potato chips, rolled them in paper, and smoked ’em. Rebel chicks! 🚬 🥔
