Maybe if I were born somewhere nice, I would be nice, too.
You can understand that only if you’re from somewhere no-good. So my girlfriend doesn’t understand, because she’s from one of those Connecticut suburbs with big, green yards and a Blue Ribbon school district. Whatever a Blue Ribbon is.
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