Denver, 1980

You were always picked on. always...

you were never asked to dances, never hung out with anyone, girls disliked you and boys didn't pay an ounce of attention to you.

well, a boy was picking on you when you were just trying to walk to school.

well.. when he was about to get handsy an.. older boy shoved you out of the way and took the push. swinging back and hitting the guy straight in the nose. the fight got bloody fast.. but th older boy, with long curly blond hair won.. he turned to face you.

"Scram." he said wiping his bloody nose. and lighting a cigarette.