Stepping in dog shit isn’t the end of the world, and is mostly funny when it happens. That is unless you’re me in seventh grade. This week I pull from the archives of my childhood when I was an emo, giant pussy who cried at the drop of a dime, or in this case a shit.

Stepping in dog shit isn’t the end of the world, and is mostly funny when it happens. That is unless you’re me in seventh grade. This week I pull from the archives of my childhood when I was an emo, giant pussy who cried at the drop of a dime, or in this case a shit.