I was wearing an old Salvation Army shop boy’s suit, I heard people saying, ‘Hey, faggot’. They slammed my head into a locker. I fell to the ground. Years later, I went to a coffee shop and I ran into one of the girls who’d kicked me, and she said, ‘Winona, Winona, can I have your autograph?’ And I said, ‘Do you remember me? Remember in seventh grade you beat up that kid?’ And she said, ‘Kind of’. And I said, ‘That was me. Go fuck yourself.’
