It’s Only Rock and Roll But I “Like Like” It

When I was in high school, I was most definitely uncool. A legit pituitary malfunction left me locked in perpetual soprano range, and a love of comic books left me so far away from the popular circles that I was not even in their suburbs—my address would have instead been a rural route number, probably with an empty mailbox. But I had a secret weapon: rock and roll, the official language of the uncool. Continue reading

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