79. March 23, 2021 - When I was seven, I attempted to enter the crawl-space beneath our house and encountered a wasp nest fused to the inside of the opening. An enraged wasp flew out and stung me on the upper lip. I spent the afternoon sitting on the couch with an ice cube wrapped in a vinegar-soaked cloth pressed against the wound. I bore the wasp no ill-will, however, until I was 16 and he returned to beat me up at the mall and steal my girlfriend. I envied his charisma and strength.
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