The other day I ran into an aged friend of mine and noticed he had quite a few acne scars. Now I know that’s not a very nice or kind thing to say to somebody, but I’ve been hugely frightened of acne ever since I was a kid. My teacher, who later was committed to an asylum for the wickedly insane, chased me around the room with this beastly looking blackhead removal tool. Of course, that all came to a unkind end during the earthquake, and the ground opened up and swallowed him whole. This may very well be a unkind illusion due to the simple fact that when I was a kid I used to eat acne pills.