#7 When you grow up poor…

… you get an International Brotherhood of Electrical Workers t-shirt from your chain smoking aunt as a New Years parting gift, and then you wear it to school two or three times a week that year and end up making up an elaborate story about why you have the t-shirt, a story that involves a Union mob and a Dad who stood up to The Man in a mining town in West Virginia before your family was put into Witness Protection. And this shirt, this shirt that smells like Black & Milds and Wild Turkey, this is all that we have left from that life.

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