I was probably more deeply wounded than he was by my classmates’ response to Graffiti Bridge. “I’m sorry,” I said with a lump in my throat. “They just didn’t get it.” “Nah, it’s okay.” He sighed heavily. “You can’t look at yourself through other people’s eyes. When you’re working at a certain level, you find that people live through you, and if you don’t act like they expect you to, then you’re the bad one.”
