Jesse’s back with another verse. My favorite excerpts:
The thick, muggy air felt heavy with the scent of zit creams and locker rooms and old biology text books … I wished I had that kind of Henry-confidence, that I could go up to any girl I thought was cute or nice or interesting, and just talk fluidly, powerfully, using words like Michaelangelo used marble. But that’s never been me. Probably never will. Pretty girls make me nervous. All girls make me nervous … I hurled the can at his head and dropped him like a three-point buck. The rest of the kids screamed. I paused for a moment and realized I was starting to have some real fun now.
