Lafayette, Indiana 1976. You’re skipping 4th period in the bathrooms, smoking a cigarette and sitting against the wall, staring into space when a skinny, red-headed boy rushes in, covering his face with his shaky hands. “Oh dear…” you mutter. He rushes into a stall and locks it. You hear a quiet sob coming from the stall followed by sniffles. You sigh, get up and walk to the stall door. “You good there, bud?” you ask, all you get is a small, “leave me alone!!” from him.