My parents offered me one hundred and fifty dollars or a Varsity Jacket (to be adorned by my Track and Band Letters in the form of a big, bright, orange "F") It would have been a keepsake at best- Never worn or dressing my tiny high school frame like a uniform or an oath So I took the money instead Anyway, there were other things on my mind: A lack of plans and the view from the front seat of an 84 Caprice as we sped up the highway to Miller Rd Or the way your face would glow when you laughed- cherry red braces matching cherry red cheeks