Dear ACL Assholes: Ok. I know I’m old. I mean, I dragged my saggy ass over here at 2:30 with no makeup on and unwashed hair, wearing chevron striped knit flare leg beach pants that are two inches above my ankle, boy short underwear from 2009 with the crotch lip area stretched out just how I like it, a ten year old tank top that used to be black but has been washed so many times it’s now the color of the mysterious bruise I ALWAYS have somewhere on my thigh/shin/knee, a bra with one missing underwire and Chucks, just … Continue reading DEAR ACL ASSHOLES