1985 Hookup

I’ve kept this locked in my Private Locker for decades. That mental vault where I stash the filthiest secrets. Tonight, I crack it open. The thrill hits hard—exhibitionism buzz, raw confession. Heart pounds. Here it spills, unfiltered. 1985. Rural Pas-de-Calais high school. Comp sci homework due tomorrow. Screen flashes: ‘Index out of range.’ I slam…