This One's Rill Gross
Enjoy The biggest pimple I ever had in my life was a huge, red pustule on the right half of my nose closer to an aberrant cyst than your average blemish. It appeared suddenly one gray December morning bulbous and painful to the touch like a balled and raised nerve ending. I was a teenager, of course, at home and on the lam during Christmas break and I awoke to the mass greeting me and bulging my face in a way subtly foreign and it panicked me such that I felt I needed to destroy it. This would not be easy. It had no visible exit point and any attempt at incursion met with a throbbing pang like a flame under my epidermis. My eyes watered and my fists clenched as I scrubbed soap and water and alcoholic medication against the lump all without avail. But it had to go. No one must see it. So there lead to a single way, a singularly sharp and pointed instrument. No, not a knife. Something dumber, a pair of tweezers. I took an ice cube and melted it on the sore and when it had numbed enough...