Until the day I caught my reflection in a storefront window. Sitting high on a girl’s bike, my bulky rain pants yanked up to my neck, my shiny yellow Gorton’s fisherman slicker, my tiny child’s helmet like a vulcanized yarmulke on top of my head. Those smiles and thumbs-up were really saying, “Look at that retarded boy riding his bike in the rain. And all by himself too! Good for him!”
Lmao
