I'm sixteen years old and my mouth runs ahead of my brain. Our friend Pele would describe it as - ahem - premature enunciation. Mum says I talk without thinking. She's wrong. I mean what I say, I just shouldn't say it aloud."This was funny with not a page going by without me laughing. And as that quote indicates, Darcy just couldn’t shut it, do that we knew precisely what he was thinking. It got painfully obvious that the boy was clueless about certain things but spot on about others. It’s simply that when he was wrong or about to stick his foot in it that had me cringing for him but laughing (with him), too. And boy, did I laugh! A boy’s life isn’t all that easy after all. Except this boy’s life while funny could get painfully… ergh, painful. Oh, the things this particular one put himself through! As illustrated in that funny but definitely awkward moment of his father (not) explaining the birds and the bees, or in him deciding the pros and con’s of shaving (Vaugh in Art class called me Frida Kahlo), or him thinking of his dream girl, or him navigating through the whole social scene and pondering things like what it took to be a man or how to be just so and so. But mostly I love that he’s equal opportunity in poking fun at stuff, himself included. He’s not one to take himself too seriously, that’s for sure. Funny stuff.