When I see the people who picked on me in high school working at a fast food joint, or with four kids by four different fathers, or strung out on drugs, or dead even, it makes me very happy in a strange way.
Confession posted on 02/21/2002
When I see the people who picked on me in high school working at a fast food joint, or with four kids by four different fathers, or strung out on drugs, or dead even, it makes me very happy in a strange way.
Confession posted on 02/21/2002