The Day My Best Friend’s Wedding Delayed Because of Me

Or “Can I be more distracted?”

When I was a kid, I was very bossy. I fought with everyone and ran the class; if they didn’t do things the way I wanted, I kicked some asses. I was a bully. But even so, the gang liked me, and they used to let me lead the games.

Of course, this attitude generated hostility. Because of this, during school holidays, a group of friends from my building decided to rebel. A new boy had just moved there, someone who was big enough to face me — I was a year or two…