My crazy weird ass personality started to advance when I was an outcast from middle school to high school, and jumping from one school to another didn’t make my friendships any easier. Little did I know that I became a victim of selfish, little flies stalking me to my single strand of hair. You try to itch these flies, wave them away, flick them off and yet they keep coming back for more to satisfy their flesh-eating egos. I even tried to apply “if you can’t beat ’em join ’em” motto with these people wearing a pair of silver Oakleys with the mirror lenses and sporting the spiky hair just to look cool. I was basically DJ Qualls in The New Guy, but born with lazy eyes, a mono brow and slouched back. No matter how much sleep and back straighteners, I was still being picked on with funny impressions of that goofy vulture from Looney Tunes.