A song comes on the radio from my high school years, and with it come the memories I never invited back, classmates who made your life hell simply because you dared to be different from the polished little “proper” boys and girls of the province, with their short hair, neat clothes, and obedient faces. Funny how a melody can carry so much ugliness inside it. Not because of the song itself, but because of the people who were standing there when it first entered your life.