Dream big, they say, when you’re a kid grinding through another day of school. Even if that school is buried in a rough part of town and break times are punctuated with violence and fear.
So I did, I guess. I didn’t talk about the dream. How could I? Got to save face. Not show any weakness. Bullying wasn’t a dirty word. Just another day. A code to live by. And thinking beyond how to get wasted at the weekend or make a few quid helping the local brickies wasn’t really something you talked about.
