When I was 12, one fine morning, I woke up and decided I didn’t want to go to school. It wasn’t something I did often so if I feigned a bad stomach ache or bad headache I was usually allowed to stay home for the day…
That particular morning my imagination was running overdrive and instead of staying with a classic, I decided to improvise with a new method. I went to the bathroom and found my mom’s talc powder box I had bought her for mother’s day a few years back, opened it up and started using the huge fluffy ball to spread the powder all over my face to make me look white as a ghost, therefore “really” sick.
When I told my mom I wasn’t feeling well, she could tell right away, no only was there there a smell of lilac in the air, but I had a huge blob of powder in my ears. FAILED. I washed up and got ready for school. E for Effort.
Drag! (No, not that kind)
You could have probably called Robert Smith himself out of the phone book back then. Imagine touring the world with The Cure all these years as Robert Smith’s personal valet…
Then again… Failed is probably a better result.
Oh shit. It just occured to me that my daughter is going to be pulling that shit in a few years.
“I can’t go to school today mom, I’m feeling a bit Goth”