re: #23 Dead Tired

I had a lot of kids thinking I was trying to be better than them. I wasn’t.

In the mostly black neighborhood where I grew up , there were kids who picked on me, but others who stood up for me, as they thought it was cool to associate with someone “smart”, I guess.

But when we moved to a mostly white working-class neighborhood, the kids were merciless and nobody stood up for me. They really felt intimidated, I guess.