Tracey won’t let me get this poster framed. This is a travesty. She says that she doesn’t like it, but she just doesn’t understand. I found the poster this summer when I was going through my “closet of things that I left behind” at my mother’s house. Everybody has a “closet of things that they left behind” when they move out of their parents’ house. It’s just that some last longer than others. Mine has lasted 30 years.

Anyway, as soon as Tracey said that I couldn’t get it framed, I immediately sent an outrage text to my friend and confident, Chris, who I grew up with.