May 14, 2010
Prize Fight Loser
Not bad. Not bad at all.
Not even a steady hand would disguise this disaster for work the next day. As I stood before my first period class, ready to take attendance, a lone voice called out in broken English, "Meees Teeshirt, what you do your face? It look deefrent."
I feigned ignorance. "Different? How do you mean, Nam?"
What's in My Head
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