Thought of Tony again this morning. I had a pretty bad bloody nose, and I flashed back again to 1st Grade, where we were discussing bloody noses in class. Tony stated in his gravelly voice that he had gotten two bloody noses in his life, while this goody-two-shoes girl Elizabeth proudly declared she had gotten zero. I knew I was just like Elizabeth, but I kept silent, because I wanted to be more like Tony.
Tony also had this cool gray hoodie that I liked. That Christmas, as I reluctantly opened was what I believed would be just the usual crummy present from Grandma, my eyes lit up as I saw that same gray hoodie in the clothes box. I wore that hoodie often.