Goodwin. Y’all know him. Y’all love him. And I wasted my teen years humiliating him. So it’s only fair that I humble myself to him and bare it all. So what do you guys think? You be the jury.” He spreads his hands, as if dramatically presenting his body—and the hot pink banana hammock of his junk in that jockstrap, and his exposed buns—to our whole class. “Did I go far enough? Am I forgiven for being an asshole? Do y’all forgive me?” Then he faces me again, a crooked smile on his face. “You’re really the only opinion that matters. Do you forgive me?”
