Look, I've gone through some pretty rough s**t in my life, okay?
I've been practically living on my own since I was eleven, I've been called a faggot and a dyke by my own parents, and I once broke three fingers in a heated 2v2 game of bowling.
Okay, so the last one was a consequence of my own design but the point remains.
But nothing compares to the feeling one receives as they walk out of a gas station bathroom only to be shoved against a wall and told they're being held under arrest. The police breaking my skin on the bricks claimed to be apprehending me on accounts of grand theft auto, driving without a permit, having a blood-alcohol-content above what was permitted for underage drivers, and upon checking the car's condition, minor property damage.
The officers had patted me down ro
