Yearbook

by Seth Rogen

There’s this odd concept of functionality that people apply to some things but not others. Our feet need cushioning. Our skin needs protecting. Our muscles need exercise. Our asses need wiping. But our brains? Don’t touch those! They’re perfect, and if you’re having a hard time with yours and are smoking weed, it’s bad!

I’m not sure if critics don’t realize how much their words can hurt someone or they just don’t care? Maybe they see brutal criticism as a painful but necessary part of our lives, like going to the dentist? All this is to say that it actually hurts.

Luckily, the next year, at Burning Man, I did too much acid.

Steve Jobs might have gotten more money, recognition, and a better actor to play him, but still, Woz came out on top.