Remember nerds? Not the boxes of sourish candy that helped fuel the diabetes epidemic, but the often-bespectacled social misfits rejected by the upper three quartiles of the social bell curve?
In middle school, before I came into my own as a class clown—and later the kid who looked old enough to illegally procure beer—I was a classic nerd. I wore Coke bo…
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