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I was a teenage wuss.

In junior high school, I had oily, stringy hair and lots of pimples.

I wore really wussy clothes.

Most of the other kids called me a faggot.

Even some of the other wusses called me a faggot.

There was maybe five kids in the whole school who were wussier than I was.

I was really wussed out.

I was afraid of girls, and guys scared the shit out of me.

They used to say to me, "What are you, fucking queer?"

They wanted me to fight, to prove I wasn't a faggot.

But I didn't fight, I ran away.

{cussing in the background}

I was a wuss.

I was never into any sports at all.

I never took showers after gym class.

I wore my gym clothes under my regular clothes,

So I wouldn't have to change in front of everybody else.

I was afraid to realize my full potential in school because,

To the other kids,

The smarter you were,

The wussier you were

I was a hopeless wuss.

Wuss, Wuss, Wuss.

I was into science fiction and math and chess.

It was not fun being a wuss, and even now,

Now that I'm not nearly as much of a wuss as I once was,

I still feel kind of wussy from time to time:

Residual wussiness-

The kind of thing you can never really leave behind.

That's the way it goes.