I'm Not a Cool Kid. I've Never Sat at the Cool Kids Table.

i have this memory. It's grade i'm in the hawthorne elementary school, lunch room slash gim slash auditorium and i'm sitting at the cool kids table. These are like the sons and daughters of american orthodantist surrounding me. They're wearing sears, sweat pants with a belt. We're there for by and and the assembly starts this like a kind of leather faced bag of smiles in a three piece suit. He gets up on stage and is like, show of hands, can anybody name a luxury automobile? And like, all around me, hands are shooting up in the air. I don't care if you're hungry or not. Chiken