Well, after I switched schools again midstream, I got on and off the bus with a pair of bully brothers and their pals who quickly decided my 'strut' was a threat. The strut that I had, because my knee was biffed and it was painful until surgery a little later.
So they chased me home for the rest of the year (front seat runner, baby!) and I mostly walked to school.
But it was fuckin' RATT that united us, and we eventually became friends.
So, heavy metal saves.🤘🤪
And I own that strut now.