That’s where I would always see him first, back in High School. When I moved back to New Haven I never expected him to be living here. I was sitting in the middle of the bus, end of the day at school. I was trying to hide. Jerry sat down next to me and sort of pinned me to the wall. I was a little kid, he was a bigger kid. He put his books down in my lap, and then put his hand under his books… ? When presented with someone’s horrific truth, why is it so easy for people to believe the bully? |