Everybody wants a go with Young Steve Buscemi. And I’ll probably find one soon enough here. A busser at my work and my English teacher from a year ago are the closest I’ve found so far. The busser’s almost there except his eyes aren’t so bulgy and his forehead isn’t so big and his nose is a little different. Also he has a really cute girlfriend. And my old english teacher’s eyes were like straight Buscemi status but her chin was rounder. But she still wore like mismatched sweaters and jeans in pastel oranges and greens and greys all the time and had short almost-Steve-Buscemi hair so I totally had a crush on my teacher. I still run into her sometimes because we go to the same places. She said she liked my writing style once and it made me swoon.