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I remember the first day of school - got on the wrong bus. Next memory was slugging a guy for wheel-barreling my girl. Next memory was riding the short bus. After that, my memory is 3rd grade and learning how to pick locks from this Vietnamese kid. He was awesome.

I was the biggest guy in the class, but rarely bullied - and no one messed with me, except upperclassmen.