You were born with a silver spoon in your mouth.

Your parents were important people with important jobs, so you had a good life.

Simon was not that fortunate.

He lived in a neighborhood full of lower middle-class kids and adults. His father and brother were assholes.

He had just gotten into another nasty argument with his father, which ended in him getting hit in the face, hard.

He sat outside his house, near the sidewalk.

You were walking home from school when you saw him, nose bleeding.