Us kids really like our drugs, huh? At my high school, there was more high than school. I knew this one kid, Vinny, he couldn't spell heroin but he knew the locker code of every kid who had a stash. There were also several instances of kids passing out in the bathroom after snorting cocaine off the toilet seat. And I was called weird!
	I was really popular in school, actually. All my friends would give me these cool nicknames. Like, one of my friends called me 'Clay' because in art class she would roll up clay and get everyone to throw it at me and.... maybe that's a bad example. Okay, I had another nickname that made me really cool. My friends called me Acid because they thought I was on acid and eventually, when I told them I didn't have any to sell them, they started throwing things at me and... wait, that's another bad example. Sorry, let me start over. Ok, so I was really unpopular in school...
	I have been hated in school since kids could understand hatred. I mean, in kindergarten, five year olds don't really know what hate is. They know they feel this impulsive desire to beat you with school supplies, but they don't know why. Except that little jerk whose mom explains to him, "See that girl over there, the one with the crazy hair, who is clearly inferior to you? You won't understand this right now, honey, but I need you to destroy any sense of self-worth or interest in living she has. Oh, and I packed you something extra special with your lunch today! A rainbow full of kisses! Now go bash some ego!"
	I never really got why people had this tendency to loathe me.. yes, I wet my bed until I was thirteen. And sure, I would be the only one at lunch with  sprouts and hummus on pita. But I think what really was the ticket was that they could never upset me. No matter what they did, I always just laughed and put up with it. When someone is trying to single handedly remove your soul and feast on it like a vulture on a decomposing lion cub, they do not want you stopping them.
	There was one girl, Melanie, I was friends with purely because our parents were friends and she and her sister had the time of their lives slapping my decency in the face. Our usual hang out would start with us all weighing ourselves. Mind you, we were ten and her sister was 8 at the time. We all had to weight ourselves and as I got on the scale, Melanie would announce my weight. Then I would have to leave the room and she would come out and say her weight, which would always be at least 20 pounds less than me. She would then say, "Don't feel bad, I'm just super skinny and you're just a little chubby." I would be totally down with that, except, she was a beast. Like, colossal. Like, monstrous. Like, just huge. Like, you sunk my battleship huge. Like, king kong on a yacht huge. Like extra-large jumbo shrimp with a side of baby back ribs huge. Like, hide your kids and pets 'cause this thing's about to explode HUGE. So I don't think she was completely honest with me.