My Nemesis in Polyester: A High School Memory
I guess I should say one of my high school nemeses. This guy was easier to draw than the others. My high school in South Jersey was a nightmare—it included junior high, cramming grades 7 through 12 into one building. Wide-eyed kids fresh from grade school shared hallways with guys banging their girlfriends in customized vans. It was a disastrous mix. In that era and eras since, STUPID equaled…




















