Last night I had a nightmare about being in third grade again. Actually it was more about my giant front teeth being in third grade and me following them around. For about nine months I was known as Sir Bucktooth Fartface and spent at least three lunch periods per week chomping large bits of styrofoam out of the bigger kids’ lunch trays for their amusement and wagers. Once I chomped through eight layers of styrofoam which was my personal record. The stakes being what they were, Stephen A. only walked away with about two dollars.