When I was kid––I don’t remember when, sometime between 7 and 11––my dad handed me a brick. He told me that the day that I can throw that brick through somebody’s window and the police don’t call him, then I’m officially a grown up. Then he kept on about his business.
Needless to say my young self was confused as hell by this random in…
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