When I was an adolescent, I didn't have a whole bunch of acne, but I did have some--which, initially, made me feel very grown-up (kinda like having my first monthly period).

But I really didn't have any interest in squeezing it until that day that there was something packed into a pore on my chin that was causing me considerable discomfort.

So, I went and stood in front of the mirror so I could see what I was doing and went to work on it.  All I was initially wanting was relief.

I began to squeeze it and squeeze it.

Suddenly, I saw the size of the head increase, and--a split second later--I heard this little-but-mighty pop and saw yellowish-white pus explode from my chin.

I felt great relief along with a kind of fascination I'd never felt before when it came to acne.

"That's a gold mine!!!" I exclaimed out loud -- and I was hooked after that.

But I hadn't seen anything yet!

The group, The Byrds, was popular then, and the lead singer wore these granny-style sunglasses.

The style was to don them and push them a way down on your nose.

For some reason--although I continued to wear them and it didn't happen again--this raised a small boil on my nose for some strange reason, and it was sore!

I had been told not to go picking on my face but, instead, to put a hot washcloth over the offending area and hold it there for awhile.

I did this--and, then, looked to see what the progress was.  I stretched the skin slightly--which is when it gave a huge pop and, this time, splattered on the mirror!

I was in hog-heaven!

From then on, I was *totally* hooked!

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