Playing the excuse card (the one eye, a little shrinky of the cogie, add gnarly and speedbump) is a symptom of missing self-esteem. It goes back to when being a fidget got you comments like "what do you have St. Vitus Dance or what?"

The pre-meds era kept it simple, you either were normal or you weren't. Taking the normal right through high school, enter meds, the quest for creds and a new version of the dreads. That takes it to this moment where that excuse card keeps showing up on the table and take what the day gives is exceedingly generous. No vitus inside us before dying with pride, Gus.

The proclamation this August One is Hats Off to Harry. Great basics, pretty cool bar level and no flags on the sanity test.