At least my goth phase only lasted a day. I distinctly remember having an urge to get rid of every ounce of color in my wardrobe and but a lifetime supply of eyeliner. That was weirder than Sara’s random soccer thing.
This is insane. Insaner than insane. Insanest. Not a word, but I don't even care. HOLY CRAP. Okay, so this is important, I get it. That coin was a trip. Artifact?