August 29, 2003
In my youth, I was terribly unskilled at the game of pretense. I couldn't pretend if my life depended on it. Whatever I didn't like, you'd hear about it, you'd see it in my bearing. Hell, you'd probably even smell it from a distance. Over time, I started trying on smiles for size and, damn, the first times they fit so poorly they hurt, but somehow I got used to wearing them, like shoes you hate but need to wear for a special occasion. Now I don't hate the shoes so much as the fact I wear them with style.