My Classmates Mocked Me for Being a Garbage Collector’s Son – on Graduation Day, I Said Something They’ll Never Forget
By the time I turned eighteen, I could recognize my life by the smell alone. Diesel. Bleach. Old food fermenting in black plastic bags. That’s what my childhood smelled like. …
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