Just before Joey disappeared into the swirling masses, slipping out of sight of campus security, I could have sworn he winked at me, as if to say, “Yeah, that was pretty cool, huh?” He winked at me! Not bad. I thought to myself that a fuckup seemed like a pretty cool thing to be. It was like a little Post-it note reminder that I stuck to the inside of my head. Note to self: Fuckups are afraid of nothing. You are afraid of everything. This information might come in handy someday.
