Standing alone on the school playground, as other children play off camera, the Angry Kid finishes his bottle of milk, tosses the straw away, and sucks on the bottle's narrow mouth. He then slides the bottle to one side, pulls it off his cheek, and leaves a lovebite. "I've got a girlfriend," he says. He does it a second time, tells a taller tale, and then gets surly with his skeptical audience. Is self realization at hand?
