Tighiyawat

I was a pimply kid back in the day. Nothing vulgar (well, they do call it acne vulgaris) though, thank God, but still just enough to piss one off on occasion. One of the funniest things I remember about those days is that there never was a shortage of people offering advice on natural acne treatment. Well, natural in so far as absolutely no pharmaceuticals involved. Suggestions ranged from recycling otherwise expelled bodily fluids to fantastic combinations of fruits and vegetables. It’s a good thing my hormones eventually settled down as I was really not looking forward to literally having egg on my face.