January 2, 2010
When I was around ten, I beat up Mike Harris. Nothing serious, just a little amusement for the other trailer park urchins who egged me on. In truth I liked Mike. He had a certain Huckleberry Finniness: all freckled faced and dirty nails. He also gave me one of my first epiphanies in life: that others could humour me, and not in a good way. After weeks of bullying he finally said, “Look, my ma told me never to hit girls, but you’re really bugging me.” And then gave me one huge push that sent me tumbling down a hill.