If my creative passion was even remotely comparable to my hatred for malls, I’d be prolific.
“Do you remember Kendra Santoni? The bully who made me her punching bag in elementary school. Remember the day that I came home with that red mark on my neck, and I was afraid to tell mom that Kendra smacked me with a jump rope? And the next day on the playground, you cornered her and you said that if she ever touched me again, you’d make her eat that jump rope. I knew that you had my back. Remember?”