I was 17 and angry.
Stories about fighting the law that start with angry 17-year-olds can pretty much go one of two ways. Put very, very simply, in distilled black and white, the kid can do something bad or something good.
I did something good.
I went to what was then a "highly selective" public high school in Staten Island. For those familiar with
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