There was a boy in the library today who came up to ask me for some DVD's. The whole time I'm staring at his right nostril which is lined inside and out with lots of colorful lines. Just his right nostril. I try hard to pretend I don't see that there is something wrong here, but it's hard not to say something. Pretty soon his mother comes up and sees the same thing I do.
"Honey, have you been sticking felt pens up your nose, again?" she asks.
Again? I think.
I've long since learned not to ask questions.