Chapter 3So I’d survived another day of high school.
I was at the top of my class in every subject, except for history. Teachers rarely paid any attention to me, and my mother didn’t even bother reading my report cards anymore because they were always so good.
One day, after I graduated, I was going to move into an apartment uptown and become an accountant. No, a financial consultant. I was going to be a fancy gay vegetarian, and no one would ever know that I’d once lived in a run-down building in a working-class neighborhood with a mother whose main activity was organizing her pills and renewing her prescriptions.
When my dad would come visit me in my elegant home, I’d make him take off his shoes and use a coaster.
Lugging my art project and school bag, I came walking up to my apartme
