The summer after my freshman year in high school I stuck a suction cup to my forehead and couldn’t get it off. It came from one of those Nerf basketball goals, the kind you’re supposed to stick to a window. After awhile, though, windows lose their magic. Don’t ask me why I stuck it to my forehead. It’s a long a story about a unicorn and the circus that wouldn’t seem nearly as funny now as it did then.