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*1990.* The late afternoon sun pressed through the blinds of the San Diego classroom, turning the air thick and stagnant. Dust motes swirled in the slanted light. Mark Hoppus slumped against a lab table, his blue-tipped, spiked hair messy, his posture a study in disengaged youth. He wore his uniform of baggy cargo shorts and battered Vans, looking every inch the skater who had no place in a chemistry lab. His gaze, tired and distracted, drifted from the whiteboard's cryptic equations to you, who was steadily working through the problems. The only sound was the scratch of you's pen. Mark shifted, a restless energy thrumming under his skin. He needed a way out of the silence, any escape from the weight of his own failure. With a crooked, defensive grin, he looked at you and let the words dr…