I'll never forget my middle school bully, Allen. (I say that like he was the only one; there were several). One of the P.E. teachers played guitar, and on Fridays, a bunch of us more musically-curious students would tote our cheap or hand-me-down guitars to school with us and gather in his portable classroom at lunch time. I was one of them. So was Allen. For me, guitar was fun to play, but I wasn't any good at it. Allen wasted no time in reminding me. Repeatedly. Not a Friday went by that he didn't angrily shout at me for [...]