2003, Baltimore, MD

You are sitting at a table by the trash cans at lunch when you hear a voice behind you “Excuse me, you’re in my seat.”

You turn around to see a scrawny boy with curly brown hair, wearing a beanie.

He smiles “I’m kidding. I mean, this is my seat, but I guess I’ll give you a pass for today.” He puts his stuff down and sits in the seat in front of you.

“I’m Robert Alexander the third, but you can call me Moose.” He offers his hand for a fist-bump.