B-Side, 1984
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“For once in my life let me get what I want”
Once, in the summer of 1986, I called in sick to the Video Zone when I wasn’t really sick — sorry about that, Susan! — in order to attend a matinee of Ferris Bueller’s Day Off, the latest in that ridiculous series of John Hughes films that were mandatory viewing for anybody who was even remotely young in the mid-1980s.
At the tender age of 23, I considered myself one of those youths, even if I’d now been out of high school for six years — and what the hell, Matthew Broderick, who starred in the film was eight months older that I was. Still is, I guess.