Nothing Feels Better than Blood on Blood: The Black Sheep and the Brilliant One
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My brother and me, Llansteffan, Wales, June 1999 August 2016 Danielle, my therapist, studies me. “You keep saying you’re the ‘Black Sheep’ of your family. You say it a lot. Do you remember when you first felt that was who you were?” I’ve had a standard answer to this question for years: I first earned the label when I was kicked out of prep school at 13, for stealing. (And a D average). I got high for the first time a few weeks after my dismissal, and the rest is… you know. Black Sheepitude History.
Nothing Feels Better than Blood on Blood: The Black Sheep and the Brilliant One
Nothing Feels Better than Blood on Blood: The…
Nothing Feels Better than Blood on Blood: The Black Sheep and the Brilliant One
My brother and me, Llansteffan, Wales, June 1999 August 2016 Danielle, my therapist, studies me. “You keep saying you’re the ‘Black Sheep’ of your family. You say it a lot. Do you remember when you first felt that was who you were?” I’ve had a standard answer to this question for years: I first earned the label when I was kicked out of prep school at 13, for stealing. (And a D average). I got high for the first time a few weeks after my dismissal, and the rest is… you know. Black Sheepitude History.