I just heard a story from someone the other day where somebody was beaten up by Christians for wearing one of our shirts. Of course, that's a very Christian thing to do.
I was the freak who moved into the nice neighborhood.
I can't think of anything that people probably wouldn't already have heard of.
I'm Davey. I sing, make faces and swing from trees.
When I was sent to public school, I was relieved that I could wear what I wanted to wear.
One time I was singing along with a boy that looked like me in the crowd and he pushed away the mic and started making out with me and accidently bit my lip and I had to get stitches.