Spencer can't choose to be different than what he is--the son of the town's worst enemy, the weakling who can't stand up for himself, the loser without friends. He can't change the way things are. Or maybe he can. Immediate confidence. Rapid change. Instant hope. These are the things Spencer believes he needs to fix his life, and that is what the steroids promise--a quick fix. But promises can be broken and shortcuts are often treacherous.
My dad gave me a tape recorder for my sixth birthday. I thought it was nice, but my mom said it was garage-sale garbage.
I recorded the ﬁght that ensued.
Later that night while listening to the playback, I accidentally taped over one of my mom’s profanities, with my own, “Oh, shoot!” taking its place.
I thought it was hilarious—like my own l...