Toxic Shame and You Can Too

Photo by Bob Coyne on Unsplash

It’s around noon on a Sunday.

I’m 14 years old, sitting in my dad's Chevrolet work truck, which (and I don’t mean to brag too much here) is equipped with some fancy modern technology that I’m currently using.

An 8-track tape player.

Don’t be jealous.

The speakers are vibrating with the comedic genius of a couple of dope-smoking hippies.