I had gotten my bottom lip pierced. However, it wasn't a common metal piercing. It was an outlandish wood adornment that seemed like something from some African or Aboriginal tribe. On the outside, it consisted of 3 or 4 small wood balls tied up on a straight piece of some kind of thin rope that hung from my lip. They had different sizes, and the whole thing was 1-2 inches long. The worst part, though, was the way it was held into my mouth: there was a larger wood ball that was tied to the outsider part of the adornment. It was around the size of a big gumball and had to stay near my bottom lip. That meant I had to pretty much walk around with a strange pout and this thing hanging from my mouth.

At first, I seemed to like it, but soon it prove itself to be quite a nuisance. I would be walking around in my old school and wonder if it was just me or it was getting bigger. Apparently, it really grew with time, since I managed to keep my mouth close on the beginning, but later it was just too much. I remember meeting T., a friend of B. (G's girlfriend), and she looked at me in a surprised way. We didn't talk, and I also wondered what she was doing around there, anyway.